Who The Hell Is Bucky?

He makes a questioning noise, silently asking a question and House answers, “Just making sure you’re breathing, Wombat.” House stays seated, rolling his cane between his palms. He tries to think of a response, but nothing comes. Eventually, House stands, heavily leaning on the cane, but before he moves away a hand reaches down and ruffles his long shaggy hair. Then not even a moment later a second blanket drops on top of him from Wilson. He blinks a few times and then he lets sleep claim him. Or Five Times that House and Chase have a father-son moment and One time Chase calls House his dad

Sam: Just rip off the band-aid, Buck. It can't be that bad-

Bucky: I have to recruit Walker for a mission.

I spent far too long on this extremely hashed-together situation but what can you do when it’s one in the morning and you suddenly feel The Need (my wrists might never recover from doing this whole damn thing on a trackpad mouse)

Lucky fucking loves the cowl too, which is the weirdest thing Bucky’s ever seen, but whatever. It’s less funny when he gets snapped by a paparazzi photographer while he’s out taking Lucky around the park; the shot makes it all the way to the front page of the New York Post, and both Sam and Steve clip it out and stick it on their fridges, because apparently they live to torment him.

“Come on,” he says. “Do you gotta?” It’s unmistakably him, his face drawn into the Winter Soldier glower underneath his pulled-up sweater hood and black wool coat, shitty jeans and old boots, the photo taken exactly as Lucky was taking a piss against a goddamn fucking tree, and the fucking Post has taken great glee in writing the headline WINTER SOLDIER BACK IN THE SUPERHERO BUSINESS??? underneath.

“This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me,” Sam tells him, and the next time Bucky looks at his own kitchen fridge he notices that someone, probably Kate, has printed out an edited version now captioned WINTER SOLDIER BACK ON HIS BULLSHIT???