Qap quartet as conversations I had with my friends and family
Bucky: *struggling to eat a meal with only a fork*
Sam: You know they also gave you a knife, right?
Bucky: you know they also gave you a brain, right?
Bucky, with a stoic face, watching Steve from a distance: the things I'd let that man do to me would concern the government
Natasha: I don't wanna hear that
Natasha, angrily slapping Steve's chest over his tight shirt: HOW MANY CHILDREN DID YOU BREASTFEED, HUH? Why are they so BIG?
Steve, startled and feeling emotionally assaulted: huh????
Sam, slapping Steve's thigh: look at those CHILD BEARING HIPS
Steve: *isn't sure what to say*
Bucky, falling to his knees: I don't care how many children you mothered before. Please bear mine next
Nat & Sam watching Bucky walk out shirtless:
Both at the same time: fuck, I'm gay
Natasha: *raises a brow at Sam*
Natasha, talking about the show: have you seen breaking bad?
Steve, face stuffed with dry cereal: I break bad every day
Steve: I don't like making a show of violence, but if you're interested
Sam: why is Barnes staring at the turned off TV?
Natasha: every TV is playing your favorite show if you're schizophrenic enough
Steve: I started hitting this public gym, they say it's good for my socializing
Steve: I'm sorry, I lied. I actually started going because Sam works out there
Natasha, looking at her phone, wasn't even listening: mhm
Sam: *randomly handing Bucky a water bottle*
Bucky: ???? What am I supposed to do with this?
Sam: shove it up your ass
Bucky, talking about Steve: it's not my fault I got the fuckable one
Natasha, talking about Sam: it's not my fault mine is responsible. Besides, it's hot
Bucky: wow, imagine being into responsibility. Our priorities are so different
Natasha: mine is the eldest daughter/child assasin syndrome
Steve: *has been ranting for 7 minutes*
Steve: and it's all because I had to spend my entire childhood manually learning how others do things
Natasha: wow, that sentence just reminded me of the fact that you're autistic
Steve: Hey, Buck, can we go to that new art museum on Sunday?
Bucky, not even looking up: Look at you, asking permission like a good boy. Who am I to deny you anything, of course we can go, doll face
Steve, blushing furiously: wha--?! stop using pet names like that! You know I'm sensitive to them
Steve: it shows, you jerk
Bucky: your jerk, and you loooove me
Steve: fuck you cause you're right
Bucky: fuck me even when I'm wrong, baby
Steve, can't fucking breathe: BUCKY!!!!
Sam: how could you know that?! Are you stalking me again???
Natasha: look I'm telling you, I didn't stalk you! I normally would, but I didn't this time!
Steve: *sulking in the quinjet after a mission:
Natasha: you've done such a good job at this mission, Steve
Bucky: couldn't take my eyes off you. Perfect form, sweetheart
Steve: *ducking his head to try and hide a satisfied grin*
Sam: and your leadership, Cap. Absolutely amazing. Couldn't have asked for a better captain
Natasha: our favorite captain
Steve: are you guys conditioning me to feel better about myself???
Sam: *telling Natasha about Steve and Bucky's fight in the helicarrier*
Sam: and then they fought, hand to hand, it was like watching gay porn
Natasha: I should have been there
Bucky: I already dropped a marshmallow I don't think my mental state can handle any more today
Natasha: this is a safe space
Natasha: mostly. you know I don't judge
Sam: can you stop antagonizing Stark for one day? It's not nice
Bucky: who's he gonna tell, his father?
Sam: I have three new foreigner friends
Bucky: I have three friends
Natasha: that's very sociopathic of you to say
Steve: every autistic I know is at least mildly sociopathic. So yes, we know the shit
Bucky, to Sam: I'm sorry I talked about a deeply disturbing memory from my brainwashed days while laughing. Please stop acting like a therapist
Bucky: I know over thirty languages but sometimes my brain just says a big fat "no", then I can't even form a sentence like "I am a pencil"
Natasha: are you a pencil?
Natasha: good for you????
Sam: I have vowed, in fights and in sex, to stand by your side
Steve, tearing up: that means so much