I don’t have a hetrosexual explanation for this… just wanted to try out drawing them as womens and see how it turns out haha
Hey there I have multiple Prompts or fic ideas: Bucky watches The men in black movies/back to the future movies with Sam. Bucky can't find his arm (he actually wears it), Bucky shows Sam his shoulder scars, Bucky's arm gets an upgrade, Sam has a foot prosthesis and Bucky doesn't know. Sorry for asking as anon, but I can't log in.
These are all great prompts! So 2 fics in one to cover all of them? Yes. haha, here they are, sorry for the late response!
Strong, bright lights hung over him. Cold, hard metal surrounded him. Bucky felt his own breathing quicken, the feeling of wanting to scream but nothing coming out overwhelming him. Bucky wasn’t sure if he was sitting or standing, but found he was sitting when he observed the pain of restraints keeping him down. Voices were heard but not understood by him. With all the strength it seemed to take, he turned his lead to the left, only to find his once flesh arm was a cold silver metal.
This time he screamed for real.
Bucky shot up in bed, his first instinct to grip his left shoulder, to pull and rip at the connection of what he used to be and what Hydra did to him. But he was greeted with the soft material of a shirt. A shirt that wasn’t his, but was Sam’s. He never sleeps without a shirt like he used to, not when the nightmares of being in Hydra’s hands came back. It would always lead to him clawing at old forgotten scars, only to make them remembered again. Bucky wasn’t even sure if Sam himself had seen them yet. The second thing he was greeted with- was an absence. The absence of his left arm all together.
A weight next to him shifted. He must’ve woken up Sam, maybe when he sat up. He was praying he didn’t actually scream out loud.
“Nightmare?” Sam sat up next to him.
“Where’s my arm?” Bucky croaked out. All that glitters is not gold when it comes to his arm. A blessing and curse is to have it off. It’s both a relief and something that feels lost.
“When’d you last have it on?”
Bucky thought hard about the previous day. Nightmares always take his mind out of the world temporarily, and it always took a moment to bring it back. “Last night… I took it off outside.”
“Out on the fire escape?” Sam questioned. They were still in Brooklyn for now, so the apartment was small, with no balcony. But Bucky being the cat he is, still liked to go outside. But not outside in public places, outside in the small fire escape that had a small view of the city.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Then let’s go check.”
Slipping on extra layers to prepare for the chill of the outside, they opened the window to slip out.
“Buck, there’s no arm here.”
“No, I’m almost positive this is where I left it now.”
“You were with the cat right?”
The cat Sam is referring to was the white cat that knows to find Bucky outside on the fire escape at strange hours. It never fails to come back, but that just might be because he feeds the thing. “Are you suggesting the cat stole it?”
“Yeah I mean those things carry their babies with their mouth, I don’t see how it couldn’t drag it away.”
“It’s vibranium, Sam. I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Well maybe it’s strong!” Sam refuted. “Maybe it’s the type that ate Nick Fury’s eye.”
Buck raised an eyebrow, “A cat ate Nick’s eye?”
“Ok, maybe not ate, but you get the point.”
“Either way, I don’t think-“ Before Bucky could continue, a large object came falling down with a clunk from the fire escape platform above. It was his arm. And following right after, a graceful land from a soft white cat.
“Well what do you know,” Sam stared.
“I don’t want to hear it.” Bucky almost wanted to suggest they keep the cat. Because what normal cat can carry around a full size vibranium arm? He wants the cat. Unfortunately, as quickly as it came, it left in another swift motion.
“Come on, let’s head inside. Do you need help putting on the arm?”
Bucky wants to say no, because he doesn’t actually need help doing it. But he also wants to say yes, because it’s part of the recovery he wants to go through. To learn how to help, and learn how to accept help. This whole situation strangely reminds Bucky of months ago, when the both of them were on a jet after a mission.
“What are you doing?” Bucky asked while gesturing to Sam sitting next to him, who was leaning over, appearing to grab his ankle.
“Just thought I was gonna lose this thing during the fight today.” Sam laughed, but it came out strained.
“You thought… You were gonna lose your foot?”
“Not in a decapitation kinda way,” Sam paused before letting a sigh, “You remember what I told you about me and Riley in the past?”
“Yeah. And about when he went down?”
“I… When I went down after him, he was my main focus. Not me, but my speed, just him. It was not an easy landing. To make a hard story short, the pressure of landing went solely to my left foot.” Sam’s voice went quieter, “Wasn’t able to use it. Easier to amputate it, so since then it’s been a prosthesis. I don’t let it stop me though, so today when I took a rough landing, it just…”
“I never knew. I…” He really never did, nor would he have ever guessed. “I’m really sorry.”
“Just another thing we have to overcome. I’m trusting you with this information, ok?”
“Of course.” And he meant it.
“Buck!” Sam waves in front of Bucky’s face.
“I asked if you wanted help putting in the arm.”
Trust goes both ways. “Yes.”
They were moved inside, sitting on the couch this time. Sam was sat on his left holding the arm. He was starting to raise the arm to connect it when Bucky stopped him, “Wait-” Best kill two birds with one stone, Bucky thought, “Easier with the shirt off.” He said, while shrugging his outer layers off.
“I thought you didn’t-“
Bucky had told Sam why he started keeping his shirt on, because of the nightmares. “I don’t.”
The first thing Sam probably noticed, Bucky guessed, was the scars that extend from the metal that connects the arm to the shoulder.
“This was you?” Sam’s voice was soft.
He was referring to the scars from he attempted at clawing the arm off years ago. “Yes.”
“Just another thing we have to overcome,” Bucky said in reference to their last conversation, “But not alone.” He added.
“Damn right,” Sam said with a smile, “You sure you want this back on?” Sam held the arm up.
“Yeah. Besides, I need it for the mission later.”
“True, and don’t forget we’re gonna need to enlist that tiny ant guy for this one. That damn man beat my ass once at the compound.” Sam mumbled that last part, but thank god for super soldier hearing.
“Wait he beat your ass?” Bucky had to suppress laughter.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
The three of them, Scott, Bucky, and Sam sat around the apartment drinking in celebration of their latest mission. The conversation naturally shifted movies afterward. Yes, they were kinda drunk, but to be fair, they were celebrating.
“You know, it was my idea that brought everyone back.” Scott gestured with his beer.
“What? You mean with the Back to the Future time heist?” Sam retorted.
“Hey, you can’t deny it was a good plan.”
Bucky interjected, “Back to the Future time heist?”
Sam turned his whole body to face Bucky, “Let me guess, you haven’t seen Back to the Future yet?
“Wait, it’s a movie?”
Scott was just looking between them the whole time, “You guys clearly have a lot to work out. And I mean that as in, I’m going to give you guys space because you seriously need to show Bucky Back to the Future. Like, right now.”
A couple hours later Sam and Bucky were sitting on the couch watching it. Remind Bucky to never watch another movie with Sam because the man will not let him question things.
“Wait so the car is the time machine? Why couldn’t Tony just do that? It’s a lot cooler.”
“Cooler, yes. But I don’t think this is supposed to be scientifically accurate, Buck.”
“Then why the car?”
“It’s an 80s movie for god sakes!”
“You say that like I know what that means!”
Despite the insanity that this movie is to Bucky, he was having a good time. The both of them were together, yes, but they don’t get a lot of down time. But that’s not going to stop him from criticizing the movie.
“Wait so… Marty’s mother… Has a crush on her son?”
“Well she doesn’t know that’s her son. And don’t say it like that, that’s weird.”
“But if Lorraine doesn’t get with Goerge, then doesn’t Marty not exist?”
“Congrats Buck, you just named the plot.”
“Keep giving me this sass and I might just walk away right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Bucky was nearly asleep when the movie was finished, “And you say there’s more of these?”
“Yep!” Sam replied, “There’s three. Speaking of, I really gotta rewatch Men in Black because Scott was saying how we reminded him of the agents when we’re on missions.”
“Men in Black…?”
“Let me guess, you haven’t seen the Men in Black movies either?”
“Uh. No I have not.” Bucky disclosed.
Mirroring earlier, Sam completely turned to face him- to really drive home the point Bucky must be crazy. “They made a new one recently but I forget who’s in it.”
“I can google it.”
“Wow look at you, googling things.”
“Shut up,” Bucky mumbled. He pulled up the results to find Sam was indeed correct, there was a newer one. He checked the cast list when he noticed something, “Doesn’t this kinda look like Thor to you?”
Sam looked over at Bucky’s phone to see who he was referring to, which was a picture of the man playing one of the agents, who kinda looked like.. “You’re… Not wrong Buck.”
sam: [whips the sweat from his face with his shirt, his abs showing off]
bucky:[trips] [stands up] [turns away] [looks back] [blushes like a schoolboy] [turns away and tries to do something with his hands] [accidentally breaks something] [turns around to stare more] [sam catches him doing it] [his head snaps to look away quickly] [breaks something again]
sam: uh… everything ok there?
bucky, neck and cheeks flustered, trying and failing to fix the thing he broke: yea- no- i’m- you- and- yes yea
I think the writers knew he would have no other reaction than this so that’s why they had him sitting on a couch with his back turned when Sam was changing in that on ep
Fic prompt: Bucky likes to grill (BBQ) and Sam knows why. I read that men like to grill because it's mostly just staring and to stay quiet. :D
Thank you!! That seems like something they’d do
“Oh so we’re grilling again?”
As expected, Bucky didn’t respond. He just looked up from the grill, then back at meat.
Alright. If he’s going to play that game, then so is Sam. He picked up his own tongs to put a steak down, and stared Bucky straight in the eyes. Like Steve used to say, he could do this all day.
It was like a competition to them. Who could go the longest without saying the first word, yes that was part of it, but everything was a completion to them.
Bucky out down more stuff on the grill. So did Sam. Sam brought out a plate. So did Bucky. That’s how it plays out.
Sam knows Bucky has a staring problem, and he’s starting to think he’ll do whatever he can to get maximum ‘stare at Sam’ time. But that’s always how it’s been with him.
Bucky loves not talking. But people underestimate the communication that can occur just through eye contact. Bucky locked eyes with Sam again while raising the temperature on the grill. Sam immediately turned it back down. It wasn’t necessarily a cool day outside, in fact, it was quite hot. Bucky turned the heat on the grill back up. So far, eye contact was not broken. Bucky could tell Sam was starting to sweat. Sam turned the heat back down. Bucky turned it back up.
Sam knew he wasn’t going to win this one, but he had another trick up his sleeve. Their grill was easy to move, so he pulled it towards him. The wheels locked so it can stay in place, but only on the side Sam was standing on. So, he locked them.
But his opponent had a move of his own. Bucky slowly walked over, placing a hand on Sam’s waist. That sneaky bastard used the same move from when they were fixing the boat. It was enough to throw him off long enough to unlock the wheels of the grill, so that way Bucky can push it back to its original position.
Yeah, Sam can play this game too. They fell back into their locked eye contact fast. He smirked and walked over to Bucky’s side of the grill, placing his hand on Bucky’s neck. Sam’s estimation was correct, as he saw Buck’s eyes go wide. That allowed Sam to take the grill back quickly.
Ok, Bucky thought, if Sam was going to play too, he has to win. Following his earlier movements, Bucky walked over to Sam’s side of the grill. This time however, he walked right past Sam to get behind him. Placing both hands on his waist, he pulled Sam back. Bucky slipped in the the space between Sam and the grill, Bucky’s back to the grill, that way they were nose to nose. His plan was to unlock the wheels again and push it backwards, but Sam quickly put a stop to that when he moved his hands past Bucky’s waist and onto the grill to stop him from pushing back.
Interesting move by Sam, Bucky thought. He could over power with with super soldier strength. Before he can act though, the both of them read each other’s minds through their eyes.
“The meat-“ They both exclaimed at the same time.
Was it all burnt? Yes. Was grilling still their favorite activity? Yes. Were they mad it was a tie and there wasn’t a clear winner? Yes.
I love your fics. so here is another idea: Bucky's arm is damaged after a fight, he detaches it to clean and repair it. It requires two hands, but he is too stubborn to ask Sam for help. In the process his arm gets even more damaged.
Thank you sm!
“You good?” Sam asked, with concern his his voice.
“Yeah.” Bucky tried to hide the strain in his voice, because the truth is, he is not good. They were home after a long mission, one that was supposed to be simple, easy. It turns out, there were still super solders from the Flag Smashers that never were found, and that is, until they showed up. Needless to say something unexpected happened.
He broke his arm. The metal one.
Bucky doesn’t know how that’s possible, it must’ve been when he took a hit from that guy on his left side. But whatever happened, it left him immobile past the elbow. He’d probably be able to fix it up himself if he could get just get it off, but that was his first issue right there. He couldn’t. He knew how to but it was not working, not with one hand at least.
He could do one of two things; pretend like everything is fine and try to take care of it without Sam noticing, or tell Sam and he’ll probably want to call Shuri to fix it. And he does not want to find out her reaction if she finds out he managed to break an unbreakable metal.
Not believing Bucky, Sam said, “If everything is go great, why are you like, 10 miles away from me right now.”
Bucky and Sam were uncharacteristically far away from each other on the couch. It’s a post-mission movie night tradition to cuddle an pretend like they didn’t just have many lives on their hands. Sounds nice? Well not when his arm is literally stuck like those robots with the 90° angled arms, Bucky thought. He looked where Sam is on the couch, and he noticed he’s sitting on Bucky left. If he moves any closer it might draw attention to his broken arm. He resorts to getting up, walking to Sam’s other side, and sitting down. He sorely underestimated the space between Sam and the end of the couch so while yes, he’s half on top of the man, maybe this is less suspicious?
“See, doing great.” Bucky said in a ‘cheerful’ voice.
Sam was out for the morning, and he won’t be back for a while. Perfect opportunity to get his arm off.
He had an idea.
Sam walked in to what he thought would be a normal scene.
Instead it was this.
Bucky had a broom stick that was being held up by his feet. The top of the broom was pressed against his left shoulder, and his right arm was also pressing something on his right shoulder. It also smelled like there was a fire?
“What am I looking at Buck?” Sam must’ve startled him because he slightly jumped.
“Just… mopping the floor.”
“That’s a broom.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No you didn’t. The point is, you were not cleaning. It looked like to were stabbing your arm with a broom.”
“Maybe I was.”
“What’s really going on?”
Bucky apparently had enough, because he spilled, “Remember yesterday? During the fight? The other super soldier hit me with something hard and it must’ve jammed something in my arm. I couldn’t move it past my elbow so.. I waited until you left to try and take my arm off. But first maybe I thought I should try some good old fashioned oil, like a real tin man move. Long story short I used lighter fluid on accident, yeah don’t ask where I got that. Well, I got hungry, so why not put something on the stove? So, yeah, the arm quickly caught on fire. But good thing we got a fire extinguisher right? Turns out fire makes me panic so instead of actually spraying the fire extinguisher stuff on it, I hit my arm with it.” Bucky took a big breath, “And so finally, after that point I couldn’t move my arm past the shoulder.”
“Ok..” Sam started, but he had to pause because, well, that’s a lot to digest. “I firgured you’d finally tell me you need help in a normal way once I got home. You know, without all of-” Sam gestured to the mess that was Bucky, “-this.”
“Wait you knew?”
“Buck. You were walking around with your arm looking like a t-tex. I just wanted you to finally admit you need help, but I guess I forget how stubborn you are.”
“Sorry, can I uh, have some help.” He finally admitted.
“Sure thing. But first can you explain the broom? Because last I checked we didn’t have one.”
“Oh that’s the neighbor’s on our left, sweet old lady named Darlene. Makes good cookies too.”
That explains that, Sam thought. But wait, there’s nobody that lives on their left…
Here is a fic (prompt) idea: An Avengers time experiment goes haywire. As a result every human is turned into their 20 year old body for 6 hours. Bucky has now two flesh arms.
The whole room was encapsulated in a bright flash that held for a second.
“Uh. My bad guys.” Scott looked between all the avengers. Look, he hadn’t meant to trip whatever fancy time gadget Tony had been working on, it just happened.
“Hey guys,” Peter, the spider kid or whatever he’s called, walked in, “Woah did you guys do something different with your hair? Something’s different.”
This is the first opportunity everyone had after the initial shock to observe what exactly the gadget did. In particular, Bucky notice something. He felt… lighter. Like he was missing something.
The first thing Bucky thought to do was to hold out his left arm. Flesh.
“I think I can offer an explanation,” Tony spoke up, who oddly looked naked with out the Iconic facial hair look, “Scott over here tripped the activation for the quantum-“
There was a collective groan from the rest of them when Nat spoke up, “English please.”
“Fine. Basically the reason we’re still in the present is because we didn’t go through time, time went through us. I’d estimate we’re all roughly 20.”
“That’s great,” Sam said, “That’s real great. How do we get back to normal? I’m all for being young and spry, but I also like buying alcohol.”
“I’ll have an answer to that in about 6 hours. Hopefully. In the meantime, get out of my lab, we don’t need another accident. Looking at you Scott.”
Scott raised his hands in defense, but made his way out with the rest of the complaining avengers.
Sam stopped Bucky on his way out, “Your metal arm?”
“Gone.” His voice was barely above a wisper. Every day there’s something new he wish we could do with a flesh arm. He has that chance now, but of course he what no idea what to do. Maybe.
They took a moment to observe each other’s younger appearances. Sam looked… almost the same, but look closely enough, there was less weight in his eyes. More youthful than he’d ever seen.
Sam thought similar of Bucky. Besides the obvious difference of arm type, he looked straight out of his middle school’s textbook pictures. Kinda unnerving, if he’s honest.
“Have any ideas for your flesh arm?”
“No,” He lied, you know, like a liar. There’s was something, but for now he’ll just say whatever comes first in his head, “A tattoo.”
“Yes.” He lied again.
“You don’t even have one on the arm that’s been flesh.”
“You heard me. Tattoo.” He’s going to regret this, but he can’t back down now.
Sam looked at Bucky like he was being crazy, “It won’t even be there if Tony can fix this.”
“It’s for the experience!” Bucky argued, “You know, to feel something with my left arm.” Said the liar.
Sam didn’t look convinced. “Alright then. A tattoo.” Sam started walking away, “Are you coming?”
Bucky followed in suit as they walked out of the compound. They used Sam’s car, and he assumed he knew where he was going because Bucky sure had no ideas The silence was almost deafening, but Sam asked a question.
“Do you even have an Idea of what you’re getting?”
“God sakes Buck, you may look 20 right now but you’re acting 100. For the tattoo?”
“Oh right. I don’t know.”
“How about a falcon?”
“And just to confirm sir, you wanted a falcon?” The tattoo artist asked.
Before Bucky can answer, Sam stepped in, “Yep, that’s exactly what he wants, thank you.” Sam even went as far as to choose which particular design he wanted.
“Great! We can get you started over here, just take a seat.”
While everything was getting set up, Sam took the seat next to him.
It wasn’t long before the tattoo artist started working, and it was strange. The last time he’d actually felt pain lower than his shoulder was the 40s. That was a positive, he supposed, to the metal arm. However, it’s absence was liberating in a way. The arm was a pretty big reminder of Hydra, and things he wished he could forget. He’s endured worse pain in his life than just a small tattoo, but it was a strangely sensitive thing.
Sam must’ve noticed him wince a little, because he laced his hand with his own.
In his left hand.
That’s actually… what he wanted. When Sam first asked. It was one thing to feel with that hand, but it was a completely different thing to feel human contact with that hand.
So yes, rather than admit that, he’d swallow his pride to get some stupid falcon tattoo.
So stupid that he might actually come back to get it on his right arm once they all go back to normal.
I really vibe with the idea that the winter soldier would just snap of the assassin mind once his job is done and he’s like “oh shit where is this now” and he just explores, like for instance he sees a cat, so naturally he hangs out with the cat, feeds it, etc. so this has been a h/c of mine:
My work colleague Steph (which funnily enough has a girlfriend named Sharon) showed me this Internetradio today. You can select a decade and a country and then it plays the music from that time (even more funny he selected the 40s). Therefore could you write something where Bucky listens to that radio? Thank you!
Thank you!! I need marvel to let bucky have a dance in one of these new movies.
There was nothing wrong with Modern music. In fact, Bucky liked modern music. Although to him, modern really included songs ranging from the 60s-present, as that’s when the music scene became unrecognizable to him. There were moments though, back in Hydras captivity, where there’d be moments of clarity before they scrambled his brain all over again and put him under. He remembers trying to get grip of where he was, and he remembers one time, in what he now knows was 1991, where he had that moment of clarity. It was a very different time from what he can remember from the previous times he’d been conscious. Bucky was able to price together some things about that moment, like the dramatic difference of fashion, and the song playing at a nearby store, Love Will Never Do by Janet Jackson. So what if it was his favorite modern song? That’s nobody’s business.
But nothing will ever bring him back home more than 40s music.
Sam gave him the idea to check out online radio stations that play popular music of his choice from any era, Sam’s Idea to get him caught up on the music he’s missed. He always came back to the 40s music though. As it turns out, a lot of famous singers from that time are still well known much to his pleasure, such as the likes of Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, and other swing and Jazz singers. Currently, a mix of the top 100 songs from 1940 were playing, and he couldn’t help but drift back to the time before, well, everything. Dinners, jazz clubs, and most of, dancing. Bucky is pretty sure it’s mentioned somewhere in museums or textbooks that he always had a dancing partner at every party that he somehow managed to pick up. He wasn’t the ducky shincracker of the Howling Commandos for nothing.
But was was decades ago.
He must’ve been lost in thought because he didn’t hear Sam come in.
“Whatcha listening to? Wait, let me guess. 40 music?”
“Well I like forties music so..”
“Yeah yeah I know. What’s on your mind? Looking kinda angsty over there.”
Bucky’s mind was going back and forth on asking Sam something. But what was he supposed to do when a Benny Goodman song comes on? “Wanna dance?”
Sam looked taken aback, “I don’t know to dance to this old man music.”
“I’ll teach you, c’mon.” He still looked unsure. “Let an old man relive his glory days.”
“Alright fine. But this makes me feel like those times when you gotta be all nice to the people at the retirement home.”
“I’m choosing to ignore that last statement.”
The walked up to stand facing each other, Bucky places his right below Sam’s left arm, and held Sam’s right hand with his metal one. “Place your left arm on the side of my right shoulder.”
Sam followed suit, “This doesn’t seem right.”
“Well it’s like this cause swing is about the feet moving and the spin action.
“Don’t go stepping on my toes.”
“Don’t worry, I still got it. Hopefully.”
“Follow my lead, “Bucky started the both of them off, matching speed to the tempo of the music.
“Buck, you stepped on my toes.”
“That was you.”
Bucky just smiled in return. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite dancing partner.”
“Is this you trying to sweet talk me into forgetting about you stepping all over my toes right now? And ik pretty sure your last dates are dead, so,”
“Shut up i’m trying to have a moment.”
Neither respond, but merely took in the time together, even if it was going to result in broken toes.
ducky shincracker (a good dancer) aka more 40s slang i wanted an excuse to use
FanFic idea: Bucky's arm is in maintenance (by Shuri) for a week. One armed Bucky feels down but that changes when Sam's arm is broken and Bucky can teach him "one armed man" stuff. I would honestly love to read a fic like that!
Thank you!! Sorry for the delay!
“A week!?” Bucky shouted and received some stares from other people in Shuri’s lab.
“Don’t be a baby, you went longer without the arm before.”
Bucky can’t argue with Shuri there, but he had gotten used to the simple convince of having two arms. He really shouldn’t have let AJ and Cass paint the arm, because who knew paint could get stuck in the small crevices that allow the arm to bend? Bucky. Bucky should’ve known.
He left his arm in Wakanda to get that fixed, but he’d thought it best just to go back to the states. Living with Sam might make temporarily going without the arm easier. It wasn’t like he want perfectly capable doing all the usual stuff without it, because he did get the hang of it during his time in Wakanda, but rather it was the memories that came to be the issue. Hydra took a lot from him, arm included. But, his wallowing in self pity was interrupted when he opened the apartment door. He was greeted with Sam. In a cast. What had the man gotten into.
“You must be wondering about about arm. You see, I was out there, flyin’ all Captain America style, when these helicopters came down-“
“You fell didn’t you?”
“What gave it away?”
“If there was actual trouble you usually give me a heads up.”
“Well maybe I was busy, you don’t know. But yeah I was trying some new tricks and had a rough landing.”
“All that aside, you good? Bucky asked with genuine concern, he’ll be damned if something happened to Sam, whether he’d admit it or not.
Sam matched his genuine tone, “Yeah, I am.”
“Well.. um let me know if you need anything, need help with the whole one arm thing.” He was trying to not be awkward, granted he felt like it was. But he remembered how difficult it was adjusting. Simple everyday tasks needed a new method of doing.
“I will,” Sam met his eyes, “And the same goes for you.”
They kind of just… stared at each other for a moment.
Sam broke the silence, “So… takeout for dinner? Because i’m not cooking like this.”
“We can’t just eat takeout every night your arm in broken because that’ll be awhile. I got used to cooking like this, but it’ll go faster if we did it together.”
Sam considered him for a moment.
“Sure. We have some vegetables we need to eat anyway. So how exactly would you cut them?”
“Do we have any nails?”
Turns out the nails were for the cutting board, the both of them together were able to hammer them down. Apparently whatever is being cut is stabbed through the nails so it stays in place. Surprisingly helpful, Sam thought.
Over the course of the week, it was little things like that. Some typical things, like buttoning a shirt. Others more embarrassing..
“It shouldn’t be this difficult putting on pants one handed but it is. Help?”
Bucky was obviously stifling laughter, “Sure thing, Sam.”
“Hey don’t laugh at me, this was you a few years ago.”
Bucky walked into Sams room when he noticed he was not in fact wearing pants. Obviously Barnes, he said he needed help with pants, so of course he’s not wearing pants. He hoped he wasn’t burning red right now.
“You’re not wearing pants.”
Sam just laughed, “No shit sherlock. Now help, the leg while gets all bendy and it’s hard to stick a leg in there without falling.”
“Yeah, right, you can hold the pants from the middle, that’ll make the leg whole more open, or just sit and use the one hand to pull the material above your feet. Then just pull them up standing.”
“You know what, that should’ve been obvious.”
“Just admit you wanted to seduce me.” Bucky teased.
“What? With showing you my legs?”
“You never skip leg day, that’s for sure.”
Turns out another thing was driving. Driving together now was certainly very interesting. Bucky made sam drive, but at this point Bucky was a back seat driver.
“You’re gonna get us both killed if you keep doing that!” Bucky yelled.
“Doing what? I’m doing nothing wrong here.”
“If you need to turn, do the turn single earlier than you would usually do because when you’re trying to do that on one side of the wheel, and you need to move your hand to the other to have enough space in the wheel to turn, you won’t.”
“That doesn’t even make sense! I was doing it fine.”
“Keep your hand at the top of the wheel!”
“I got it!”
“Sam you almost crashed!”
And other times it was the complete opposite. Where they worked together harmoniously to get something difficult done, like washing the dishes. They would stand shoulder to shoulder, one would hold the plate so the other can scrub and dry it. The both of them wouldn’t say it, but it was their favorite time to just be together.
Sam broke the silence, however, “I am curious though, how’d you put your hair up back then in Wakanda with one hand?”
“The goats did it.”
Fic prompt: Shuri designs a few " prostheses" for Bucky for different occasions. They are not Vibranium but they are compatible with his shoulder socket. Have fun!
Thank you!! –
It was just a typical Sunday for Bucky, so far at least. He was sitting on the couch watching TV, finding it nice to not have to worry about something. He’s even got real dinner plans with Sam for once too. No chaos, no aliens, sorcerers, or whatever Sam wants to call it.
But speaking of Sam.
“Hey Buck what’s this?” Sam was holding a case he likely found in the closet. “It kinda looks like the case my cap suit came in, but that’s in my room.”
“That…” He’s going to kill Shuri for this.
Before he got his current arm prior to the battle with Thanos, he’d go to Shuri’s lab once and awhile to work on prototypes. They weren’t as advanced like his current one by any means, but rather it was just to see what he like and didn’t like. And it served as an opportunity to Shuri to mess with Bucky with the sort of things she’d come up with. Unfortunately for Bucky, she insisted he bring the case with himself after leaving Wakanda.
Bucky continued, “Uh, nothing, those are just some arm prototypes in case something happens to this one.” He gestured with his left arm.
“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to open this.” Sam said, as he placed the case down to open it. Sam looked at the older arm for a second before picking it up, “I don’t see why you’re acting weird it’s just an arm-“
But then the hand of the arm fell off. Sam looked confused, but Bucky knew hell was coming to him.
“It doesn’t seem like Shuri to make something so flimsy.”
“Then why-“ Sam must’ve noticed the other contents in the box, “-Ahh what’s this?”
The thing about this prototype arm was that the hand can be taken off, and other attachments can be added. Useful in theory, Bucky thought, but…
Sam let out a sudden burst of laughter, “Is this a hook?” Sam picked up the hook from the case, “Like, ‘Arrg i’m a pirate’ type of hook?”
“Shuri’s idea of a practical joke.”
Sam examined the other attachments, “HA is this a.. wii remote nunchuck? Please, tell me how this works, I need to know.”
“Well.” Bucky sighed, goddammit Shuri, “Instead of the nerve impulse wiring going to actually moving fingers, it moves the the little control thingy.”
Sam smirked, “We are so playing Mario Kart with this later.” Sam locked eyes with Bucky, and if he knew any better, Sam was gonna ask him to do something. “You should put this arm on. Not forcing you to though.”
In that case, Bucky wouldn’t do it. But is he going to refuse with Sam looking at him like that? No, he supposes not. “Fine.”
Hitting the pressure points in his current arm to release it from the socket, he switches it out with the prototype arm. Of course Sam already put on an attachment, and wouldn’t he know, it’s the hook.
“Now all you gotta do is get some pirate getup and we got a real Captain Hook on our hands.”
“We have dinner in less than an hour and there’s no way i’m going out like that.”
“Fine, party pooper. No pirate getup.”
“Glad we agree on that.” Bucky reached over to remove the arm when Sam stopped him.
“No no no, you’re wearing the hook to dinner. I got a thing for pirates.”
“Well how can I refuse, then.” Bucky said flatly.
“And don’t think I forgot about the Mario Kart thing.”
“I hate you.”
“You really do know how to sweet talk a man, Barnes.”
I now have a H/C he’sgot arms in different colors/patterns too. shout out to my friend who had a hook attachment, it was so cool. the wii remote thing actually exists too! i can imagine bucky is either really good or really bad at mario kart
Prompt: Bucky adopts a cat (Alpine) but its front left leg or paw is missing. He asks Shuri for a tiny prosthesis.
Thank you!! I love alpine
Bucky slowly walked through the aisle where they keep the enclosures of rescue cats for adoption. Bucky knew he wanted a pet, and he narrowed it down to a cat. He dragged Sam with him too, because let’s be honest, he has no idea what he’s doing. What Sam wouldn’t tell him though, is that he’s happy to be there with him.
Bucky stopped in his tracks, a particular cat catching his eye.
It was a small white cat, with bright blue eyes to rival his own. But what was unique about this particular cat, was its missing front left leg.
“I want that one.”
Sam turned and followed his gaze to the three-legged cat.
“You want that one?”
“Yes. Look at it! it’s missing it’s left arm. We’re twins.”
“Do cats even have arms? Isn’t it just four legs?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Do you even have a name? Sam asked.
“I am insulted you think I don’t have one. Of course I have a name.” Bucky paused. “Alpine.”
“Weird for a cat name don’t you think?”
“You’ll learn to love it.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Sam took this moment to observe both that cat and Bucky. They were cute, he’ll give them that, but both their eyes were piercing right through him, “Great, now I got two pairs of steel blue eyes to stare me down. So what about the leg? We gotta do anything special about that?”
“I actually have an idea about that…” Bucky said, almost too mischievously.
“Do I wanna know?”
Bucky just gave him a smirk before pulling out his phone. Bucky knew exactly who to call, he knew she wouldn’t refuse his favor. It’s for a cat after all. He dialed the number for Shuri and let it ring.
“It’s Bucky, I uh, got another favor to ask.”
“Don’t tell me Sam already ruined his suit.”
“Actually, I got something else in mind…”
“Alpine!” Bucky called as he poured food into the bowl.
Sam won’t admit it, but he loved the name.
Alpine came running in the kitchen, much faster than before the new leg. The new leg, curtesy of Shuri and the Wakandans, looked very familiar. It was a dark gray, with a gold color underneath the moving parts. He’d think Bucky almost asked them to make them matching arms.
And that’s something Bucky won’t admit, that he asked them to make him and Alpine matching arms.
Hey there I really liked your Bucky 40s food fic. I have a fic idea which you maybe could work with. I found out that people took pictures of every building in NY during 1939 -1941. You can look at these pictures online (1940s.nyc/). I imagined that Sam tells Bucky and he is excited about it (Bucky remembers).
Thank you sm!!! That was a cool website actually, I love history, and I had probably a little too much fun looking at it. This prompt was so fun too!
“Hey Buck come look at this.”
Torres, the history nerd he is, sent Sam a link to a website that showcases photos of almost every single building in different New York boroughs. Including Brooklyn. He wasn’t sure if Bucky would actually remember these places, but it’s worth a try. Currently he had up a picture of 1940’s 569 Leaman Place, aka Bucky’s old place, pulled up on his laptop.
“What’s up?” Bucky asked as he sat down next to Sam.
“You recognize any of this?”
Bucky’s eyes went wide “You know how to blow a mans wig, Sam.”
“I’m sorry, I know how to what?”
“Get me exited,” Bucky elaborated, “Something we said back then. See that street corner?
Sam follows Bucky’s finger to where it’s pointing at the black and white image of the apartment building. “Yeah?”
Bucky’s face split into a large grin, something Sam wouldn’t mind seeing more. “I stole from an old lady there. Back then we were all rationing, so sweet food was hard to come by. But this old lady put down a basket of plums, and you see, she was facing the other way talking to some geezer. And that’s when I snatched it…”
Sam’s going to be completely honest, he stopped listening. He was just taking a look at Bucky’s face, relaxed way more than usual being completely lost in his story. And they way he told the story, with gesturing hands moving about, eyes wide. But he was broken out of his trail of thought by the sound of Bucky’s laughter, which is another thing Sam wouldn’t mind hearing more.
“…And that’s when the third guy came in with a knife, now call me khaki wacky but the guy was a looker. Anyway, he swung at me…” Bucky trailed off here, starring at Sam. “What?”
“Uh huh. Anyway, so, wait can I see this thing?” Not waiting for permission, Bucky took Sams laptop and pulled up a different picture of 1940s NY, “This! This is restaurant I ran too after being chased by the guys, and luckily we all made up by the time we got there. But at this point the plums were long forgotten.”
He’s going going to have to have Bucky retell that story later because he missed most of it, and because what the hell was that.
Sam turned his gaze back to the website, the the heading ‘Outakes’ caught his eye. He took the laptop back from Buck to look through it, and it seemed to be lots of photos that were too blurry, or photos that people were blocking. But his were eyes immediately drawn to one particular photo. “Buck is that you?” Sam pointed to a slightly blurred photo of what looked to be Bucky, running with a basket of (most likely) plums.
Khaki wacky is 30/40s slang for boy crazy, i just wanted an excuse to use it
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sam Wilson
Summary: He actually forgets Bucky is 106 at times, but when he’s staring right down at a great-depression era dinner Bucky made, then it’s impossible to forget.
If you like marvel and you like edits (particularly those edits where it’s on the beat *chefs kiss*) this is my ever growing master list of those edits:
Sam and Bucky accidentally acquire a baby during a mission raiding what they were told was an old, abandoned HYDRA base, but turned out to be a very active HYDRA lab instead.
And of course they immediately bond with this tiny human experiment and can’t let him go once everything’s said and done. Never mind that they’ve never talked about the possibility of kids before. Or actually moved their relationship out of the “helplessly pining for each other and expressing it through insults” stage.
Doesn’t matter. They’ll figure it out.
Because the hard part isn’t talking about their feelings, oh no. The hard part turns out to be naming the baby.
They sit at the kitchen table in the Wilson home for hours, just staring at the blank space on the birth certificate they’ve bullied the government into providing.
Sam suddenly picks up the pen.
First Name: Isaiah
And Bucky just smiles, small but genuine. Then takes the pen from Sam.
Middle Name(s): Thomas.
Which has Sam smile back at him warmly, before making another addition.
Middle Name(s): Thomas James
Because, “I know you went for my middle name, and I love you, man, but there’s no way in hell I’m putting down Buchanan.”
And Sarah just goes, “For the love of God, whatever you do, just stop giving him any more names.”
(They mostly call him Isa.)
OKEY SAMBUCKY PEOPLE! Listen UP
More than once I have mentioned my desired of a fic where Steve en Tony end up in 2034 and meet the new avengers, where sam Wilson is their leader. (Which fixes Steve’s endagame in my eyes, not going into kore deatil how for now)
I have finally started writing, and I don’t plan on making this bigger than 2/3 chapters. BUT an Idea just occurred to me.
I could make this a comic. Cuz I really REALLY want to draw all this.
So my question is, Is anyone interested in reading it? Does this have an audience? Do any of you want some thing like that?
Please reblog/answer interact with this if you are interested ??
i don’t need to write sambucky fanfic, there’s already so many i said.
it’ll just be a oneshot, no more then 1k i said.
the multi-chap slow burn i’m writing: ;)
SEBS INSTAGRAM HSJSHE
TFATWS 1x06 summary
There’s hope for season 2 right? Like that end credit was pretty open ended 👀
So.. the blurred ending right? I guess they really wanted to hide Bucky putting his arm around Sam’s waist huh..
do you think.. bucky also asked the wakandans to make sam a new red wing..
i have not seen Bucky smile as much as he did while being with Sams family since before hydra took him. I’m feeling Sambucky in this chili’s tonight.