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i feel like shipping shouldn’t be about which ship is morally or narratively or thematically ‘better’ but more about which one makes you want to throw up and write fics and jump about and make playlists and talk to people about it like the need to scream into a pillow about a random rarepair is more valuable to me than thinking about if they’ve even met
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Mel! Hi! … you called. I did.
As weird as it may sound, I do think the Watchtower has a rooftop cat, like many buildings in NYC. And I think that's where Bucky finds a tiny, white ball of fluff.
Alpine.
He was sitting on the rooftop one day and the thing just trotted over and butted his leg. In pure Alpine fashion though, when Bucky went to pet her, she just hissed and walked away.
Eventually, Bucky realizes she's just like him. Takes time to warm up until she just plonks herself on him, refusing to leave.
That's how Mel finds him one day, on his floor, sitting with Alpine curled up in his lap. Mel had gone to talk about some PR opportunity but found herself lost for words when Bucky kept talking to her while completely ignoring the fact that he had a cat on his lap.
The next day, Mel offers to help him adopt the cat.
Everyone on the team, except Walker, proceeds to baby Alpine. The only reason Walker doesn't is because Alpine keeps biting him.
Bucky finds that hilarious.
thunderbolts fans will tell you you can't ship boblena, ghostwalker, buckymel and then infantilize one character even though they are like 30, attribute all the war and moral crimes to depressed ex soldier, claim that the character that went through so much development and growth 'isn't ready' to be in a healthy relationship (even though it was this character's thing since forever), attribute certain sexuality to the film adaptation of the character, claiming that this character's sexuality is canon in the comics while reliability of this information is also ambiguous, try to convince you into thinking that 30-year-old-woman is a fresh out of school girl and made up some crazy theories on why the character can't be shipped with the depressed ex soldier mentioned before bcs 'they have a big brother-little sister dynamic' and 'she deserves someone better'
Mel: Do you think Bucky would be into a younger gal?
Yelena: He's 90 years old, Mel. Every gal is a younger gal.
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here’s the thing i’ll ship what the fuck i want
another comissh from @vartoids of my favorite kids, bucky and mel, from thunderbolts! (wintergold 🥰) based off of a scene from my fic, Tower Nights, from chapter 6. i'm obsessed with this! the details!!!
“I don’t know how to dance to this music!”
“It’s fine,” he said, walking backward a step or two away from the tables. “I do. Just follow my lead.”
“I could have worn something better, if you told me,” she said, glancing down as he moved her arms to settle in the right places.
“You look amazing.”
“I’m going to step on your feet.”
He shook his head. “I don’t care.”
So they danced. It was songs and sounds that he knew. She caught on pretty well, soon finding her literal footing and seeming to enjoy herself quite a lot. Bucky easily chatted with people who looked twice his age, and they seemed pleasantly surprised at his demeanor.
Mel watched him with a smile on her face and in her eyes, grateful and thankful to see another side of him. Not that he wasn’t great all of the time, but he was far grouchier when forced to lead the team than he was here in a slice of nostalgia.
They danced and drank a little and ate cheese cubes and Bucky relaxed and told her stories. Small anecdotes of a past life, ones that he held close to his heart, even with all of the holes he still had in his memory. There was enough.
At one particularly snappy rendition of Tomorrow by Frankie Carle, Bucky spun her out away from him–which was the fanciest move he’d pulled on her yet. Mel spun decently, but when tugged back, came spinning a little too hard and far, so that instead of their hands meeting again, her spine thumped against his chest, his arm crossing her chest with her own, fingers still clasped. His other hand went to her hip to steady her.
Her whole body was tingling, face flushed, heart pounding. “Wow…why um…why did we stop dancing like this?” she asked, Bucky’s breath hot against her ear and neck.
He chuckled. “I have no idea.” He released her hand and spun her gently around. Her hands rested on his shoulders.
“This is very fun,” she said as they slowed to a sway that did not meet the beat of the song. “I like seeing this side of you."
“Yeah? You did mention you like old things.”
She rolled her eyes a little, but in an endearing way. “I do. Though I have no idea what any of these songs are. Forgive me?”
His thumbs stroked her sides through her dress. “Forgiven.” He placed a light kiss on her lips and then pulled her off the floor toward their table.
You give me butterflies
