spoobie !!

+bonus drawing for this situation

i rly liked that dc landmark bens chili bowl featured briefly in thunderbolts as some shit bucky spills on his shirt LOL.

✨Canon Information and Interests about Sam Wilson✨

He doesn’t refrigerate his mustard. I mean, you don’t technically have to refrigerate mustard, but it is recommended in order for it to last long/taste as good. So what can we gather from this? Sam is a mustard heathen. He doesn’t care about the flavor at all. He’s a mad man who eats so much mustard he doesn’t need to refrigerate it because the bottle won’t last long in his house. I can only imagine he puts mustard or barbecue sauce on everything.

Sam has a baseball trophy. So sometime ago, maybe in high school or college, he used to play baseball. Apparently he was pretty good too, or at least proud of his playing, if he has a trophy sitting on a shelf in his kitchen. Is this why he's so good at throwing the shield? Or he could have also been playing baseball with his fellow Air Force members. Do you think he tried to get the Avengers to form a company baseball team?

Also I don't have it pictured, but you can see an example of one in a screenshot three below, Sam also has several golf balls sitting around his apartment. Now either Sam just likes to fiddle with golf balls or he also likes to play golf (just like Mackie). So if you want to write about Sam being a sports person, he canonically plays baseball and golf.

He likes wine. Maybe loves wine. As we can see in this shot, he has a fancy wine rack hanging on his wall. Yes, it’s just wood, but who would go through that much effort to hang a wine rack instead of getting one to set on a counter or something (just my personal thoughts). I feel hanging the wine rack is supposed to show off his wine collection, because he loves his wine.

Also in his dining room, he has a huge bowl/vase full of wine corks. Again, I feel only wine fanatics would do something like that, because when I’m done with wine I just recycle and call it a day. Conclusion, Sam loves wine.

Sam loves music. I know we figured that with his whole Marvin Gaye obsession (understandable). But I really need to point out how much he loves music. His entire table is filled with stacks on stacks of CD’s (and also that golf ball I was telling you about). At least 30 CD’s. Not only that he also owns a record player. Not only that but he has several speakers.

At least four small speakers scattered throughout his kitchen and dining room, and also one very large speaker in his dining room. The man not only loves music, he makes sure he can listen to it well wherever he is in his house. That takes dedication.

Other small things I wanted to point out:

He likes the smell of coconut.

He keeps a 50 lb (?) dumbbell on his kitchen counter. wtf Sam

He likes Cookie Crisp cereal. Now one could argue this is for his nephew Cass when he visits (who is probably like what 3ish when the events of CA:TWS take place? i'm not good with guessing child ages), but I like to fully believe Sam digs Cookie Crisp cereal.

When the kids ask the couple how they first met, Sam was already beaming to tell the story. Bucky knows that it’s one of Sam’s favorite story to tell but for him, as much as he’s thankful to whatever power above introduced him to this beautiful man he now calls his husband, he loathes this story. Only because of how much Sam likes to exaggerate the encounter and add in new details that surely wasn’t there last time and not because of how flustered and shy he gets when Sam describes how “badass” and “good looking” he was ripping that steering wheel from it’s hinges.

The bluntness in his words is almost aching. Sam looks down. He’s right, and it’s striking. There is no facade to put up when he’s with Bucky. He never even realised it until now. He doesn’t have to pretend to be the golden man everyone’s expecting him to be. He can be illogical, and quick-tempered, and vulnerable.

Here with Bucky he’s full of contradictions. He can say he never wants to speak to him again and then go mad looking for his glum blue eyes.

“I lost a friend. Decades ago” Sam confesses. He wonders how is he actually going to tell this story without breaking into an hysteric crying. “He fell, and I couldn’t catch him.” That’s it. That’s the tragedy of it all. One sentence, that’s what’s left of Riley.

Bucky listens in silence. He’s leaning on the table. “I’m sorry.”

Sam lets out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, well, every time I think I got over it it shows up in my dreams again, so-“ he leans back on the chair and looks around the place just to avoid looking at Bucky.

“I know what you mean” Bucky says slowly. “There are things- some things I thought I was over. Turns out I’m not. The brain is a bastard machine.”

Sam genuinely chuckles this time. He finally turns to look at Bucky again. He’s smiling as well, it’s small but it’s there.

“There is no one to catch me either” Bucky murmurs after a moment. “In my dreams.” He looks down at his hands. He slightly waves the one connected to his vibranium arm. “That’s how I got this, you know.”

Sam nods, though Bucky is not looking at him. Bucky smiles again, but it’s sad, this time he doesn’t even try to hide it. “It’s not like the nightmare ends when I wake up.”

Looking at his hands laid on the table, Sam reaches out. If he took a moment to think about it, he would tell himself it’s a terrible idea, but it’s done before he’s even aware of what is happening. His hand falls to cover Bucky’s. He can tell Bucky is surprised, he keeps his head down. Still he lets Sam gently brush his fingers over his cold metal hand. Sam stares at their hands, can’t bring himself to look up. If he were to meet Bucky’s eyes, he has the feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from falling either.