#buckinelli

Phillips respects that skating with a partner again is going to be a process for her. But they are working against a tight timeline here. She knows they have to actually practice together if they’re ever going to make this work. Holding hands through gloves has been working out better than she had expected, but they’re still strangers, and eventually she’ll have to take the gloves off. And when it comes down to working on movements that require Steve to touch her, the second his hand touches her hip she freezes. She instinctively breaks free of him with a gasp. Steve drops his hands immediately, looking between her and Phillips as her breathing grows labored. She skates off the ice, racing into the locker room.  

Phillips clucks his tongue.  

“What did I do?”  

Phillip sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing to do with you Rogers.”  

“But I must have done something wrong.”  

“I did warn you this was a risky move before I paired you two up. Carter has a long history in competitive skating. Not all of it is as happy sunshine as you’d expect from a two-time Olympic skater, despite what you may think.”  

Steve frowns. Her reaction worried him. It pointed to something more than just some misunderstanding with an ex-partner. He doesn’t know much outside of the rumors and stories that still float around her first Olympics. But he thinks he’s just learned a lot.  

“Her old partner?”  

Phillips sighs. “And coach. Pierce was a piece of work. He’s hardly human.” He frowns. “I gotta be honest Rogers. It might be best to cut loose now. You could still try to pursue a singles track.”  

Steve frowns. He doesn’t want to quit. He already knows how good they could be, especially once they’re loose and comfortable. He’s already imagined how fun it’ll be.  

Phillips lets out another sigh. “Sorry son. I didn’t mean to set your sights so high.”  

“With all respect sir, I’m not ready to throw in the towel. Not unless Peggy says she’s done for good.” He watches Phillips nod vaguely, trying to figure this out. “Maybe we start differently. Maybe there’s a way to make this work.”  

** 

Her limbs are still shaking as she sits on the bench, blankly facing the full-length mirror on the wall opposite. Her body feels cold, and whatever void she had taped shut has come undone, and all of her deep seeded issues are spilling out. She sees his face so clearly for the first time in ages. She blinks away the tears but it’s futile.  

A knock breaks the trance. She sees Steve standing there, just barely in the doorway.  

“Peggy?” he calls softly. “It is alright if I come in for a minute?”  

She swipes frantically at her tears, her heart still pounding as she works to relax her expression, to make her face fade back into smooth, immovable stone. He lets the door close behind him but he stays across the locker room.  

“I wanted to check on you. Can I bring you anything?” he asks.  

He doesn’t sound upset. She’d be livid if someone skated off the ice during practice like she had just done.  

“I’ll be there in a minute. I’m fine. I’ll be right back, I swear.”  

“Peggy…” he starts. “We can take a break. Call it a day.”  

“But we haven’t done anything yet. I’m better now.” He hesitates. “Phillips told me to call it a day.”  

She feels the heat of shame. She’s made Phillips give up on her already. She drops her head into her hands. What was going on? She used to be able to handle this.  

“So Phillips has given up,” she says matter of factly.  

“Phillips hasn’t given up,” he says. “And neither have I.” He holds her gaze for a long moment. “But only if you’re sure you still want to do this. That’s the only way this’ll work.” She’s surprised by not only his words but his tone. It’s relaxed, calm, caring she might even dare to say. It’s not only unexpected, but completely foreign to her. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this Peggy.”  

She remembers that night they skated together, and of the few days recently on the ice that had gone smoothly. She did want to do this. She wanted to continue to skate.  

“I do want to. I do want to keep trying.” He nods, giving her a half smile. She wraps her arms around herself and sighs. “But if Phillips left…”  

Steve shrugs. “I actually had a few ideas. For us. For us to get comfortable working together first. For us to work on our partnership. Phillips think it’s a good plan.” She works her jaw, already worried about what exactly Steve and Phillips have decided would be a good plan. “I think we should start off the ice. Work on all the elements off the ice together first. Go to the gym together in the mornings. Dance classes, anything we can find. I think it’ll help our programs but also help us learn to be in sync. To get to know how we both move. And then I thought regular yoga and meditation in the evenings or mornings. So that we bring relaxation and peace of mind into our habits.”  

She finds herself astounded again. Stunned. He’s put a lot of care and thought into it. Into training that will help. Into rituals that would ease her comfort.  

“I know that’s a lot of shared time but we can’t do this if we don’t get to know each other, if we don’t try to build something instead of forcing it. And I can’t earn your trust if your uncomfortable around me. So there’s one other thing I’m going to insist on. We don’t lie to each other. If something doesn’t feel right, or if something makes you uncomfortable for any reason, of if I do something you don’t like, please tell me. We can work at this. I know we can. But I need to know how you honestly feel Peggy.”  

“And skating?”  

“Schedule sticks. Exercises and warm ups, and then we can take it day by day.”  

Buckinelli is indeed a portmanteau of Bucky Barnes + Angie Martinelli. there’s no officially decided ship name considering it literally only has (at the time of this writing) 40 works on ao3 and is, by definition, a crackship*. i’ve taken to calling it anywhere between Buckinelli, WinterWaitress, or BuckyAngie, because again, there’s no actual names and barely any content for them (side note: i’m dying over here, i want more content for them 😭. if you also think they’d be a good pairing feel free to like, follow me, or dm me, or something). 

The Buck- is indeed Bucky Barnes. 

Finally, the -inelli: Angie Martinelli is the best character originating from Agent Carter* and since she lacks a canonical ending, who says she can’t end up with Bucky? Okay, yeah, that requires also following the Steggy Multiple Timeline Theory (considering bucky is being winter soldier’d for 70 years) for this ship to even feasibly work, but like... just bear with me, okay (plus there’s always AUs where canon doesn’t matter :P)? 

So basically, yeah, Buckinelli works if you:

A) follow the multiple timeline theory or like AUs 

B) like rarepairs with a small but dedicated* following 

C) think that both Bucky Barnes and Angie Martinelli deserve happiness 

D) wanna explore what happened (like, fanon-speaking of course since this is technically a crackship) to Angie post-Agent Carter 

E) all of the above

Obviously I can’t make people like or dislike ships (wouldn’t that be a cool superpower?) but for some reason the idea of Buckinelli makes me happy so I felt the need to evangelize* about them a little bit.

Anyway, I will now proceed to dump the extremely small amount of content they have*:

AO3 (fun fact: like at least a quarter of those 40 fics (at the time of this writing) is written by me and my two coauthors)

* "Crack Shipping" is a term used to describe a pairing that lacks canonical basis or supporting evidence, and therefore seems unlikely to occur canonically. They are typically formed from characters that exhibit a lack of communication or interaction or any other form of authentication.

** you could also just classify it as a rarepair -- that’s what i do because i think it sounds a little nicer than “crackship”. though i definitely don’t treat it like one would treat a joke ship. some people use crackship as the above definition but it has to make you go “WTF” so idk, up to you lol.

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**** the small but dedicated following is made up of like 52.5% (yes i did the math) of my friends and mine’s work. most of the other content is from a few years ago RIP 

***** please note i’m using that term very loosely and jokingly. (source: used to be an evangelist)