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which shirt should i wear for my Gerry Keay halloween costume? (look at the pictures before voting)
the MCR one
the FOB one
both options suck, buy a new shirt (explain)
Ryan button
Voting ended onOct 26, 2024
keep in mind i own 3 black t-shirts (that fit me) and the other one is too baggy for what i'm going for + this is about which one looks better with what i'm wearing NOT what u think he'd like (tho if u wanna vote based on that idm Imao)
(costume is incomplete + i suck at taking photos so apologies)
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This is a little fic for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo's prompt "Halloween Prep", but it is inspired by that wild crossover comic Marvel did with Louboutin that said Sam Wilson's most important thing in his life was Bucky Barnes. It is also slightly based on this episode of Tasting History and this information on old romantic Halloween traditions. Enjoy! 🥰
The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 3.3K |
Summary: Why did Marvel do this weird crossover with Louboutin? I don't know. But I wrote something based on Sam inviting Bucky and other friends to hang out after the events of it.
Excerpt:
This wasn’t friendly.
Not the way Sam’s ankles idly tangled with Bucky’s.
Not how Bucky asked every once and a while if Sam wanted popcorn and just fed Sam popcorn.
Just.
Bucky.
Placing a piece of popcorn.
In Sam’s mouth.
Like that was normal.
Like this was all buddy-buddy.
Just dudes being bros.
Cuddling on a giant bat-shaped beanbag chair together.
In a couple’s costume.
Watching OJ urging Emerald and Angel over to the Fry’s van like OJ was calling a horse over.
This couldn’t possibly be how friends acted.
Disclaimer: unlike last time, it is not Sambucky-centric. I'll try to do it but as you'll see, the plot, well, needs the other characters.
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Read it on Ao3 or down below the cut.
29th of October, 2023.
A car came to a stop in front of a circular, latest-architectural-trend building, marked with a gigantic A – because why shouldn't it. A woman, well dressed, exited the car. Her hair was pitch black and brushed back, her suit and suitcase were also black with not a pinch or a hint of dust and her sunglasses were obviously black, hiding to everyone whom and where she was looking at.
She entered the building and was immediately greeted by a robotic, feminine voice.
“Welcome, Director Hill.”
“Thanks, SUNDAY. Is anyone else here already?”
The talking program didn’t miss a byte before answering, in a perfectly well-spoken manner.
“No, I’m afraid you are the first one and will remain so for an hour at minimum. Mrs Van Dyne has reported to be expected at 12pm and the others had not provided such a courtesy. Do you want me to ask them again?”
“No need. Don’t worry, it’s fine.”
Maria took off her glasses, revealing deep tired eyes and face. She grabbed her suitcase which contained her PJs, a change her weapon—because why shouldn’t she have one- some other things she’d need and headed for the lift.
“I’m going to my room and take a nap. If anyone asks, I’m not here.”
“Very well. I will transmit this message.”
When the lift doors closed, the hall got left empty. Not an employee, not a superhero -or even a wannabee one. For once, the headquarters of the Avengers were completely peaceful and silent. If was supposed to remain so for two more days.
*
The next guest to arrive was The Wasp. And she arrived as The Wasp. She walked inside in a hurry, only letting the Pym Particles grow her back to her original size as she crossed the threshold. Her breath was short and she was sweating—like she had been running. Or fighting. She looked around.
“No one else’s here yet?” she asked at the walls and ceiling.
“No. Director Hill did arrive, however she have specified she is not to be here for the moment.”
Hope nodded. She felt like she probably wouldn’t be “here” too if the others were coming late. Her eyes were scanning her environment, taking in the entry hall: the counter before the corridor leading to the lift—there was no stairs, no need when the lift had been designed to be Hulk-size; the waiting area with a few couched, a lounge table, some potted plants and on the other side, the wide corridor leading to the council rooms and the even wider (and perfectly equipped) training room. They were gonna have some work to do...
She was taking off her bracers but as her eyes met the directionnal panel to the training room, she stopped. Took a breath. Well, if she was in her suit already, why not test the new equipment? Apparently, they were done by a young genius—the legacy of Tony Stark, they said.
Her hands still shaking due to adrenaline and stress, Hope headed for the training room.
*
The spy arrived at the moment she knew no one else would arrive. Of course, she knew she couldn’t be as early as Maria Hill, but just as she had guessed, Maria Hill had retired to her room. The Wasp posed an issue, especially since she had announced her time of arrival lately so the spy had little to no time to prepare (the fact she had supposedly announced it solely to the AI in charge of the HQ was not part of the equation). But she was thrilled to discover the hero had also left the main hall. As for the other ones... Well, let’s just quit it as men. Which meant she calculated she had a windows of roughly thirsty minutes before the Wasp would come back—lowest expectation.
Yelena Belova walked in, dressed in a leather, full-of-pockets black jacket, jeans, her blond hair braided, her sunglasses on, her hands deep inside her aforementioned pockets, fidgeting with a strange device that closely but not quite resembled a phone.
“Please, no word.”
The IA didn’t respond and Yelena took the lift to her assigned room—more like a royal suite as she would soon discover.
*
The next two were the narrator’s favorite idiots and perhaps yours too, dear reader—or they ought to be. They were flying not so high but quite rapidly nonetheless, above the Manhattan skyscrapers and one was decidedly not having the time of his life.
“Can’t you fucking go slower?” screamed Bucky so the (only actual) flying person could hear him over the sound of the wind.
“No, can’t do. It’s already 6pm and we promised we’d set up the decoration before tomorrow. And we would already be there if a certain someone had been ready on time!” screamed back Sam.
Bucky gulped as he peered beneath him. His feet and legs were freely dancing in the fucking void. With his left arm, he held on to Sam and with his right hand, he held on to his jacket to keep it closed and tight against his chest. He shook his head. Heights. Why did he fell for a guy crazy of heights? Because falling through the sky was what was gonna happen to him soon if Sam didn’t slow down!
"You said your meeting would only last to 2pm, not 4!"
"Well, I can't easily say no to the fricking President, Barnes!"
Bucky breathed out.
"Just drop that old man. He's old enough to have been my mate before the war."
Sam barely refrained from teaching him what being Captain America entailed. That would have been as unnecessary as when Bucky would tell him what Captain America entailed—for example when Sam would refuse to sign an autograph for a fan from the wrong soccer team. Better drop the subject (and not the president).
"Why weren't you ready at 2, like it was planned, anyway? And why were you out of the house?"
Bucky's voice struggled to find Sam’s ears.
"I was... looking for stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" Sam shouted in case Barnes had trouble hearing him—which, well, wasn't supposed to happen, with all the supersoldier stuff and all.
"Just... stuff."
Sam took the hint and stopped talking altogether. They kept flying for a while until they finally spotted the new Avengers headquarters—in the suburbs, far from any city, like the previous one. They landed in the path of grass in front of the entrance. No one else was around. Good thing. (Sam remained nervous, though.) He gently put his hand on Bucky's arm.
"Please, about... us."
Bucky looked at his hand then his eyes slowly raised up until they met Sam's and Bucky's smile was tender when it happened.
"I'm doing what you're doing. Nothing less, nothing more, Wilson."
Sam felt a huge wave of relief. He took a step away, ready to enter the compound when he noticed how his partner had been standing straight, his arms tightened around his chest the whole time.
"What's happening?" he asked, pointing at the crossed arms. "Are you getting... cold, Barnes?"
The glare the Winter Soldier gave him would have been enough to scare off the fiercest god in the Universe but Samuel Wilson was brave.
"Not your business, Sam."
Bucky started walking towards the entrance and Sam followed, his smile never vanishing the more Bucky sulked.
*
When Sam and Bucky walked in, Hope was coming back from the training room. They greeted each other but quickly, Hope broke off the conversation to go take a shower and get a change from her sweaty suit. The men didn't have to wait for her long, though and on her way back, she had woken up Maria. After more small talk, they looked around at the very neat, very clean state of the building.
"Do you have some decorations ideas, yet?" asked the director of SHIELD.
"Well, I've brought Pym Particles," Hope replied.
Maria scoffed at her. Bucky and Sam weren't better. (And Bucky wasn't leaving his coat, even though the three others had each offered to put the heater up.)
"I kinda thought we'd figure it on the go," Sam said finally.
Maria didn't have time to scold him as Yelena appeared. As it turned out, she didn't have stuff or ideas either. "Not my culture" was her excuse.
"Let's hope Clint will have something," Bucky said.
Yelena flinched at the name. As he had just waited for his name to be spoken, Hawkeye got announced and a few seconds later, entered through the glass doors, arms full of pumpkins of various sizes. He kept darting gaze behind his back, almost looking anxious, but his face lit up the moment he saw his friends. Well, the mood got halfway killed when he spotted Yelena too, but fortunately, she had decided to be neutral and shook his hands. Alas, Maria had barely starting interrogating him (but he had brought pumpkins from his own farm) when SUNDAY warned them the last guest was arriving. They looked confused.
"But I thought-" started Hope as the doors slid open once again.
Wearing only a tee-shirt, a worn-out jacket and a pair of even worse worn-out jeans, Scott waltzed in, with the biggest smile of all the party.
"Hi! Hi, friends! Hi!"
He shook hands with everyone—timidly with Maria and Yelena, longer with Sam and drew Hope into a hug. The woman accepted, still confused, and so moved a bit away to take a full look at Ant-man.
"Weren't you supposed to be on a mission for three days?"
Scott's eyes widened and he made the face of someone suddenly remembering something. His attempt at explaining what kind of secret mission he didn't have to do while not talking at all about the secret mission was pathetic too but gained a laugh out of Hope.
"Wait, were you guys waiting for me?" Scott asked, stopping himself.
"Nah, replied Bucky. We were just discussing how we're probably going to do the decorations tomorrow and drinking beers tonight. What?" he added when he felt Sam's glare on him.
But Scott had already passed his arm around his shoulders—his hand barely reached Bucky's shoulder on the other side.
"Sounds like a very good plan, man!"
So it happened. They surrendered to the fullness of the mini-bar and the softness of the couches. (Bucky first went to his suite and finally came back without his coat.) They drank, talked, played some card games. Even Maria relaxed. Truth was, they were not in a hurry. After all, the party would only be set on the 31rst, in the evening. They had two full days to decorate the compound.
*
A bit before midnight, Maria announced she was going to bed. Hope was gone already (Scott had accompanied her but he had came back to the beers—he was truly holding his own). Yelena looked around to find Scott very joyful and very touchy with Sam, Clint basically dead and drooling on the table, Bucky unphased (or maybe, phased, because he was just staring outside the windows) and Sam yawning approximately once per minute. As she suspected, Sam rose and declared he was going to follow too. As if it triggered something, Bucky jumped on his feet. The three of them got together in the lift. Their suit was at the same level for the lady and one level upper for the men. Sam and Bucky wished goodnight to Yelena on her floor and stayed in the lift. When the doors closed, Bucky subtly took Sam's hand.
Their door to their suite were facing each other. They stayed there, in the corridor, unable to leave the other first. They were still in the corridor when they heard Yelena screaming.
In a matter of seconds, they had joined the floor beneath, ran through the corridors and the door to Hope's suite, only to find themselves in the living-room and Hope herself, laying on the floor, motionless, blood coming out of a large wound on her side.
