Henry: Peace sign (idk where let it be your imaginationnn)
Glenn: SIN (its canon) also morgan’s name on his arm
Darryl: A really stupid one he got in his teens or the cross on his shoulder (or one to commemorate his dad- which my friend made sad)
Ron: None
Kiddads:
Lark: Sparrow’s name, a dagger on his ankle, and something on his arm idk what yet
Sparrow: A lovewolf on his back and lark’s name on his arm
Terry: A star :]
Nicky: A christmas wreath on his arm that was cut off (my friend said that it was good that the tattoo got cut off since he’s finally cut off from Glenn and he’s his own person now :[[)
Grant: a sniper rifle or a skateboard
(bonus: mercedes has a tattoo on her collar/neck (?) of the earth or the tree of life)
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Notes: Almost 3k of headcanons for this assassin!au that me and my friendo Kuni came up with some time ago. Happy reading! <3
Killing people for money is one of the things that you consider yourself to be very good at.
But not just for the money because you aren’t that immoral, no. You can’t deny you like the feeling it gives you when you’re able to wipe the map off of some mysoginist, asshole man that had too many shitty things on his historic to be saved from.
That’s one of the conditions that are listed on your deep web ad as an assassin slash mercenery for hire – you need your targets to be dirty. Even better if they’re mysoginist trash men. They’re the most fun to kill.
You might be young at age but you aren’t young in the business – you’ve seen a fair share of weird deals and you’ve had your own share of shady negotiations so you don’t think much when you get an anonymous proposal offering a few millions to kill a convicted man.
It’s been a while since your last job so knowing your target was trouble is enough despite the fact you’re most definitely thirsting over a few more dollar signs on your bank account.
The weird thing about said deal is that your employer doesn’t tell you your target is The Winter freaking Soldier himself, as in war hero turned into soviet assassin turned into Avenger, Bucky Barnes.
The Winter Soldier was never for hire as long as you remember but he was most definitely known into the business even when nobody knew where he came from or what was his deal. He was a legend to you as much as he was to the regular civilians who dared to believe in his existance. One thing that was common ground to everyone that believed was that nobody should mess up with the guy because he was just that good.
And then S.H.I.E.L.D happened. And HYDRA happened.
You found out that your fellow partner in career was actually Captain America’s long lost best-friend. That he didn’t necessarily want to be a fellow partner in career. And oh, also that you were a target in a freaking nazi hitlist. Details.
To do your job, you need your target to be dirty. And Bucky Barnes most definitely is but not exactly in the way you usually expect.
The address you’re given is to a very nice apartment in the funky, hipster area of Brooklyn. You usually don’t get up and close the people but the fact that he’s Bucky Barnes adds up to your curiosity and soon you’re disabling all his security protocols, stepping into the apartment with a new found purpose.
It doesn’t take long for him to arrive and you guess it’s because he must have been informed about the security breach.
It’s also funny how he steps into the apartment instantly knowing that you’re there.
You love that he doesn’t seem surprised that you’re a woman but you hate that the bastard is just too damn good looking for your own good. He looks like a dream dressed up in a white tight shirt, dark grey sweatpants with stubbly cheeks and hair up in a bun that didn’t hold a few strays of his dark locks. The metal arm detailed with gold is a plus. So is the fact you can make out the shape of his thighs in those pants.
(You just can’t imagine why someone would like this handsome man to be killed).
Ever since you knew your target was the Bucky Barnes, you decided you weren’t killing him. You aren’t stupid as the people who say he’s at fault for what happened in D.C. You know he’s a victim and even though he did kill a few people in the last decades (like the damn United States president), it was actually HYDRA who pulled the trigger.
You’re actually just indulging yourself to a very nice view of a very nice looking man even though he can kill you too.
But obviously, he doesn’t know that and your heart actually skips a beat when he decides to talk you out of doing your job instead of taking you out as some would do. You would never admit it to anyone (anyone but him when you actually get together) but that is probably the first time that someone saw you for you, past your usual façade.
Still, you know he’s ready for a fight and that fact becomes truth when you decide to test him, attacking him in the middle of his nice expensive looking living room only to end up straddled by the said man, his metal fingers holding up your wrists as his thighs locked up your legs.
You leave his place a few millions poorer, without one more name to your list but very content about yourself.
That’s the sort of thing that usually happens after flirting with a ex-soviet assassin for a night.
In the next day, Bucky goes back to the Tower and keeps his mouth shut about the whole ordeal. Steve is worried about the security breach but Bucky does his best to soothe the man’s nerves, assuring it was only a power outage in the building. Bucky keeps his mouth shut but finds himself digging for every bit of information on the girl from the previous night.
With a flirty smile and a cup of coffee, Bucky manages to convince the cute I.T guy to set up his laptop so he could search around the illegal specialized websites.
He finds you in less than 5 minutes given you’re one of the best and fairly popular on the business.
Your ad is also one of a kind which actually helped and made Bucky laugh on the spot.
ASSASSIN FOR HIRE
Wrongs Righted. Bad Guys Beaten. No Crime Too Small to Crack. No Villain Too Villainous to Villify.
LET ME SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS FOR YOU
Fairly Cheap Rates – Great Results – Light housekeeping
The more Bucky searches on you, more he gets himself hooked and curious. He’s seen some people around the sites to codename you as Foxglove and he’s amused to know the real reason behind the name. Unlike all the assassins and mercenaries that he’d had the pleasure of knowing, he learns that you act through poisonous gas and needles through your targets.
It’s also very well known that you’re quite good in martial arts and have a soft spot for your target’s soft spots. Especially if they’re men, if anyone can catch the drift.
Bucky gathers that you’re into this business for a while and he couldn’t help but wonder how’d you get in.
The aftermath of your meeting with The Winter Soldier brings you some unwanted situations. Having broken your anonymous employer’s deal, you find yourself in a tough spot where you have to lay low for a while. Thing that isn’t necessarily bad, just not exactly ideal.
Bucky Barnes was different from what you had envisioned and before you can even realize, you’re looking up on every bit of information on him. You’re surprised with how much time tv news anchors and politians spend talking about the Avengers. And you’re amused to find out that the guy is actually very much loved online and has his fair share of both fangirls and fanboys to back him up.
He’s a mystery to you just as much you’re a mystery to him.
But laying low isn’t something that you particularly enjoy and adding up the previous thoughts you’ve had since the meeting and everything you’ve seen from the Avengers so far, it isn’t surprising that you turn to fighting New York street crime as an Avengers slash neighborhood friendly vigilante.
You don’t catch much attention from the team at first because you aren’t the first vigilante to show up in New York but that changes when you stop an alien weapons deal and send a nice warning to the said mightiest heroes. When Bucky, Steve and Sam get to the place, the weapons are safely secured and the mob bosses leading the deal all had signs of deathly poisoning. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk despite the situation.
The same thing happens a few more times – your friendly warnings causing confusion and drawing attention from the team.
But then you start to stick around after your calls. Only making yourself known to Bucky.
And then both of you start to long for the moments where you’re both together and hidden from the team at some place, the thrill of your shared secret making your chests buzz with anticipation. You can’t quite pinpoint when it starts but the flirting and the teasing feels so natural that you can’t help but love it.
Unbeknown to Bucky, the team gets suspicious on his sudden disappearances on the vigilante’s calls and it doesn’t take long until Steve is demanding him to track you for good and bring you in as easily as he could.
Bucky honestly tries to. But you just look that good wearing only your customary leather jacket and lace panties when you open the door that he completely looses the track of time between one make-out session to another. The couch make-out session, the kitchen counter make-out session, the wall make-out session.
The bruises on his neck are enough of an answer to Steve once Bucky comes back to the Tower late night and the Captain can’t help but sigh disbelief once he sees his best-friend’s unbothered smirk.
It takes a while until you let yourself be convinced to join the Avengers.
You’re just fine with your vigilante business even though it doesn’t have as much privileges as being an assassin for hire. The Avengers are a high-up, globally known team and you most definitely don’t want that for you, especially with your past. It takes a lot of insistance from Steve and Tony’s part until you give in.
You settle for being a simple agent even if your skills are way too good for such a meek title. At least that’s what your official papers say.
In reality, you turn out to be more Bucky’s partner than anything else.
Your missions are always successful and even though you try not to brag about it (especially to Sam who hates hearing anything about it), you know that the both of you make a good team together. It can sound weird or cheesy to anybody else’s ears but you know how to complete Bucky just as much as he knows how to complete you. He knows you and your fighting style, your skills and your mindset just as much as you know his and you can easily say that’s why you work so well together.
You trust him to have your back like no one else and you know that he’d do whatever to keep you safe.
It’s not a bad thing to work with your man too – even if the team absolutely hates it sometimes.
Seeing him in his all black uniform, riffle in hands and mission face on is just as amazing for him to see you in your deep black catsuit, spinning your thighs around some poor dude’s neck before taking him down with a harmless sleep needle. It’s also fun to tease him through the comms with dirty talk, even more when the rest of the team is just done with it.
(You particularly like that one mission you had to slip out of your dress and into your catsuit after stealing blueprints of weapons prototypes from a rich maniac at his extravagant birthday party.
Bucky’s priviliged sniper spot was the perfect place for your change of clothes and the team didn’t put much thought into it.
That is, until both of you found much more interesting activities to attend than the mission itself).
Having Bucky as your work partner is amazing but having him as your boyfriend is even better.
Bucky most definitely is easy on the eyes with his sharp jaw, killer blue eyes and smile but he’s got his demons just as much as you do. Your previous line of work wasn’t exactly conventional enough to land you a partner but now with Bucky everything seems a lot easier for you. He’s got his past and you got yours and having him by your side more often than not makes you forget about life’s sidelines.
You live for his kisses – the ones he always make sure to spread through your neck and collarbones, to the curve of your breasts and stomach. The feeling of the tips of his fingers trailing through your back and thighs and almost always inside the edge of your panties grounds you and makes you feel as wanted as ever.
His arms are your safe place from your doubts and insecurities and even though both of you know that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, it’s still nice to know that he’s there to support you at all times.
You love that you get to call him your man, you love that you get to feel his lips on your skin everyday, you love you get to mark his skin with your lips everyday.
For Bucky, you’re his partner and his protector, his girl and his confidant. He’d never put much thought into having someone by his side given who he is but now he often wonders how he’d gotten so far without you.
He likes the idea of thinking of you as his soulmate, someone who understands his struggles and overcome them with him. He likes that you trust him so blindly from the very beginning, giving no care as to the things he did back with HYDRA. He likes that you defend him as fiercely as Steve does, he likes that you know him, he likes that you know your way around him, he likes that you let your walls down with him.
He likes every little piece of you.
Your skills and your personality that gives him a run for his money, the curves of your body and the marks of your skin, your perfume and your hair. The kisses that are almost always followed by a bite that will mark him, the gentle caresses through his chest and arms. How perfectly you fit under and on top him. Your flirting and your teasing and your declarations.
It amazes him to no end how you feel more and more like his haven and he relishes on each day he’s able to wake up in the morning and call you his baby girl, just like you love it.
A few years down the road, you decide to move in together to an apartment away from the Tower.
Your saved money and Bucky’s generous backpay earns you both a nice, fairly big apartment in a renewed cute brownstone building near all the hipster bars and restaurants you make fun of but secretly love.
Life is as sweet as it can be with shared bubble baths, Netflix cuddling nights, morning sex in the kitchen, clothes forgotten by both of you and lazy post-mission sleeps when you get home.
It almost feels like you’re married – even more when you bring a cat home, that you claim it is your son, even though it absolutely hates Bucky’s guts.
You name the black green eyed cat Sebastian due your obsession with his actor dude you insist that looks like Bucky and that only adds to the soldier’s occasional distaste for the pet. The cat is as needy for your attention as he is, and as just as protective of you. Bucky normally appreciates it, just not when you’re on top of him with the sweetest moans and the cat is stratching the bed’s sheets to have you back.
And, yeah, let’s not talk about all the scratches his metal (and flesh) arm gets from Sebastian’s claws.
And, no, Bucky isn’t jealous of how you treat the cat with your cuddles and kisses and baby voice whenever it does something to him or his stuff.
The only time where both your boys settle down and tolerate each other is when you leave for missions.
Bucky always records videos and takes pictures of needy Sebastian cuddling up to his side as he reads, or settling on your side of the bed at night just because it needs its cuddles and you’re not there to provide. You know that Bucky has a soft spot for Sebastian deep down in his heart and that he loves it everytime the cat shows some affection to him.
(Also, it isn’t unusual for Bucky to actually speak to the cat when you’re not home. Their talks usually consists of how much they miss you and can’t wait for you to be home).
It’s funny how the second you’re back in the house, they’re suddenly enemies again.
It almost feels like you’re married – so much that you decide to really do it, even if not on the conventional way as you decide to elope.
There isn’t a fancy dinner so you have some drinks by Tony Stark himself instead. There isn’t a formal party so you have a nice gathering with the team only instead. There isn’t a white dress so you have a black sexy party one instead.
Nothing is conventional, including you and Bucky and your relationship, but the best part is that your love makes up for all of it.
Warnings: Mental health issues, pregnancy
Notes: Here’s +2k words of modern!au with Bucky, courtesy of yours truly. Enjoy! <3
When Bucky comes back from war, he knows he’s different. Despite what people say to try to convince him otherwise, he knows he’s not the same man anymore.
To match the two tours as a soldier to the American army, he comes back with longish hair, severe scars on his left arm due an injury and a real messed up head. Panic attacks, bad dreams and sleepless nights are his best-friends in the following months of his return and the walls of his dull, always empty apartment are painful witnesses to his struggles.
Going outside feels like hell everytime but he still gives it a go occasionally.
Even if most of his attempts end up with him panicking in the middle of a crowd or a random store, the little coffee shop by the corner of his building gives him a slight bit of comfort as the place is never too crowded or too noisy. It’s familiar and just what he needs as he tries to adjust himself into the world again.
Hence why he’s completely thrown back as person after person start to fill up the place in a random Wednesday morning.
Bucky swears he tries to not panic through the loud atmosphere. He remembers his therapist’s words – close your eyes, try to regulate your breathing and count until you reach 100 – but he can’t even get past by 5 without losing count.
With his leather journal between his trembling fingers, Bucky doesn’t even notice when she sits down beside him with her hand carefully covering his own. All he can register is the warmness of her skin and the softness of her voice mumbling soothing words as she tries to pull him out of his attack.
He doesn’t exactly know what to do once he calms down.
Not once he’s had someone to help him like this, even more a strange person in a public place. So to say he’s surprised to find a pretty girl staring worringly at him as he opens his eyes is an understatement. She knows exactly how to act around him – slow movements, quiet voice and non invansive contact, all so he won’t panic again. She’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and probably way too kind for her own good so when she offers her number with the excuse of provide help if you need, Bucky immediately says no.
His old self is long gone along with his natural flirty, charming attitude and the last thing he wants is to bring someone else to the mess that is his life. But when he finds a small orange post-it glued up to the back of his journal (with a number scribbled on it with the words just in case J), the day immediately feels better despite the struggles.
It takes five days, three sleepless nights and countless failed attempts for him to finally gather enough courage to call her. It makes him anxious because it’s just a phone call and yet, he found himself giving up at the last minute most of the times.
Bucky’s a nerve wreck when she picks up though and he can’t help but think that she knows it, given she starts offering comforting words and assuring him that she’s happy he called during the entire talk.
That’s how she starts helping him.
She recommends him quiet places that he’ll be comfortable at, she sends him playlists with soothing songs that can snap him out of his panic attacks, she offers to be with him as he tries to gradually get used to crowded places again, she talks with him through his sleepless nights even if it means she’ll be miserable in the morning.
The pages of his journal that usually held tough moments are replaced with happy and good memories, both old and new photographs and notes from his best-friends and little sister so he can read on bad days.
Bucky starts to feel safer and calmer – especially when she’s around. He knows she won’t judge him and the fact that she doesn’t expect anything from him or his old self (differently from his friends and family) just makes it better.
Something changes in their relationship when she finds another place to go – a hole in the wall little restaurant. And then, he’s asking her to come too with the word date playing around in their minds for a moment.
The night is the best one he’s had in ages and Bucky’s sure it’s only because she was with him.
Though he doesn’t admit it to himself, the pages of his journal are getting more and more filled with descriptions of his moments with her. Her polaroids (taken with the camera they’d found in a thrift store) keep taking up space and he longs for her presence more than ever. But admitting it makes everything more real and Bucky thinks he isn’t even near to be what she deserves.
Whenever she was in a crowded place with him and he managed to keep himself on his toes for the time being, she insisted to give him rewards.
There was Coney Island and the round of hot-dogs she payed for, there was their Star Wars movie marathon at the cinema and the late night burguers they had after, there was their walk through Times Square and the photo they took together with a random superhero. He genuinely loved all them but he never thought it would result in more than a simple, silly thing like those.
And then there’s the day she takes him to a local fair. Bucky thinks he’s handled the whole situation this good so far solely because he’s focusing on her but the fact she still wants to reward him makes his heart warm up instantly.
He just isn’t expecting the reward to be a kiss. As soon as they step in his apartment building, her arms are around his neck and her lips are meeting his own in a loving, slow kiss that he can’t help but be overwhelmed with.
The relationship they build after that is slow and quiet. Mornings with soft, slow kisses, afternoons with his head on her lap as they read something, nights they spend watching movies and eating from takeout menus. It’s slow and quiet but they’re both completely content with that.
Her presence in his apartment makes everything different.
The place has been always quiet, being too dark and empty. Now Bucky finds comfort in hearing her playlists in the background while she showers (poorly singing along though he never says anything), smelling the scent of the sweet treats she can bake (even if she can only do a few), seeing the doodles and messages she leaves on his fridge before she leaves (like female stick figures with this is me. i love u that are also in his journal) and finding her clothes in every corner of the rooms (she blames him for a lost bra in the kitchen).
Bucky knows he isn’t the best boyfriend in the world or the most stable man around but he does the possible and impossible to let her know how much he loves her. She never fails to amaze him and more often than not he finds himself just staring at her, thinking back on how much his life changed after she came along.
And he may not have his old way with words anymore but he does shower her in compliments and sweet words because that’s the least she deserves for putting up with him.
(Bucky absolutely loves calling her beautiful because her whole face lights up everytime and she always smiles cheekily before saying I know, you tell me that all the time).
That doesn’t mean everything is easy for them.
There’s the days where he’s isolating and stressed, days where he doesn’t want to leave the bed, days where all he can think about is the nightmares he’s had in the night before and the painful memories of his war times. Even so, she’s still there. Giving him his space but offering support in the best way she can.
She hugs him tight with kisses and reassurances when he’s crying in a sleepless night, sometimes craddling his head against her chest or her lap with fingers running through his hair as she hums a song to calm him down. If it’s a nightmare then it’s a long warm bath together, her arms around him and fingers running through his chest and shoulders as he sits with his back against her. Bucky always falls asleep with her spooning him after, her lips pressing little soft kisses on his back and shoulders.
And in the next morning, she never says anything but does prepare a hot cup of tea or chocolate for him (because that’s what calms her down, she says once) and waits until he’s ready to share something.
That’s a secret nobody knows but the first time she really meets Steve is the day she’s left alone in Bucky’s apartment while he goes out to visit his baby sister.
His best-friend and also soldier is most definitely surprised to find a girl opening the door of the apartment and if the interrogation he puts her through is any indication, he’s a bit on the edge with her presence. But it’s clear that Steve cares for Bucky just as much as she does and funny how quickly they bond over the fact once the wariness is gone.
Her meeting with Sam and Natasha is better and they seem to love her right away. Natasha is tough and scary looking (the woman is a part of a black ops team after all) and Sam is all sassy and snarky (she can’t believe he’s a pararescue of all things) but she can instantly see how much Bucky means to them.
(It’s cute how Sam thanks her for what she’s done and says how much Bucky has improved since she came along. Especially because right after...I care about him buT DON’T TELL HIM I SAID THAT).
With a few months into their relationship, she asks Bucky if he wants to be a volunteer in her workplace as she knows how hard it is for him to adapt to the job market again.
It really isn’t his first option but that’s how he ends up at the local dog shelter, finally feeling useful again as he helps with the day-to-day tasks and loving every second he has with the dogs and kittens he’s helped name. It’s also how Bucky ends up adopting a gray pitbull (that was a part of a fighting ring despite its loving manners) as his service dog that keeps her own tiny legged corgi company whenever they’re over his apartment.
He’s grown so used to their presence at his place that it feels natural to ask her to move in.
Her decorations seem match with his, her clothes are a beautiful contrast to his dull ones in the closet and their dogs seem all too happy to be together for good (even more when she brings random puppies and kittens to foster until they get adopted).
Neither of them think life can get any better until a few years later, when she reveals their baby girl is on the way and set to be born in the same month of her auntie Rebecca. Bucky is just so happy that he doesn’t even care about the video she keeps sharing around to their friends and family – him opening the small box and falling into tears as soon he sees the small purple shoe inside.
Bambi Barnes is born on June 23rd as a perfect mix between her parents that everyone is delighted to welcome.
The little girl grows up to behave more and more like her mother even if she starts to look a little bit more like him as time goes by.
She loves animals as much as her mom and showers him with so much love and affection that he can’t help but be emotional everytime. She’s the light of his life and he’s more than happy to be a stay-at-home dad, enjoying every bit of an experience he’s never even dreamed of having.
And honestly, Bucky’s life isn’t perfect and he’s well aware of that but he damn knows that with his family he can get through anything and much more.
Notes: Whole ass +1k words for barista!Bucky! Enjoy!
Bucky’s job isn’t very exciting or fancy or classy at all but he loves it anyway. Every morning, he opens up the small coffee shop in Brooklyn and waits for the ever up and coming flow of people coming in and out with their coffees everyday.
He puts his long hair up in a tight bun, cleans up his stubble a little bit and serve everyone in the kindest way he can – even when people don’t seem to care about kindness at all.
It’s a slow day when she comes in for the first time. There’s barely 3 people scattered across the room but she still chooses the farthest spot around before bringing out a pile of books, several colored pens and notes plus her laptop. He swears he tries to hold the thought because that’s most definitely something he should not think about but she’s just way too pretty for him to ignore.
Their first interaction goes as good as it can be but even so, Bucky doesn’t think she’ll be back. Too much flirting, he thinks to himself once he’s about to close the shop later in the night, too unprofessional.
She surprises him in the next day when she comes to him in the counter and asks for his opinion about the greatest drink in their menu. Then, the next day again. And the next.
He’s labelling her as a regular by the middle of the second week and by the end of it, he’s writing messages on her cups that makes her smile every time once she sits on her usual spot. He catches that moment every day but he never mentions it to her. Even after they get together.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to say her order anymore because he knows. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to look for a spot because he always make sure her usual one is available. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to buy anything to eat because he always sneaks up a pastry for her.
(Sometimes it’s on the house and sometimes it isn’t. Bucky pays for it occasionally but he figures she doesn’t need to know that).
There’s this one day that his shift ends while she’s still there and he can’t help but go to her to see if she’s satisfied. That day also happens to be the first day they spend together. Maybe our first date, as she says to him in their first anniversary. Their first date of many, given she started waiting for his shift to end almost every day from that moment on.
Bucky realizes she’s way more than just a crush when she arrives at the coffee shop later than usual with puffy eyes and red cheeks. An exam gone wrong and she’s upset and he’s suddenly asking for an early leave, just so he could stay with her rather than just watching from the counter.
It takes some time until they officially start dating but his co-workers at the shop say that he’d been dating her since the moment she stepped in the place.
Their life isn’t fancy or classy at all but neither of them would have it in another way. It can sound silly to other people’s ears but the domesticity they live in is just enough for them and to be honest, with the amount of stress they endure every day, it’s just what they need.
A part of their life revolves around cooking and baking and Bucky is pretty sure she’d say it’s her favorite.
Working in a coffee shop earns him some pretty mad skills with food in general, while her constant studying and working routine gives little to no time to think about cooking at all, leaving her to rely on takeout menus constantly. Bucky never really says it but she just can’t seem to cook or bake at all.
But she’s a good helper when it strikes in him to do a new recipe, even if she ends up sitting on the kitchen’s counter while eating half of the ingredients before it makes to the bowl.
Sometimes she tries to cook under his supervision when she finds a nice recipe in the internet and more often than not, they end up in the nearest grocery store with way too much ingredients and unnecessary things on their basket. Still, 99% of the time the recipe fails.
(Though she blames him. Apparently, it’s impossible to cook with her body all wrapped up in your big arms, Bucky, and your chest pressed against my back. Jesus!).
The takeout menus are still there but with time they’re totally forgotten over his homecooked meals and fresh baked pastries that she swoons and kisses him for everytime. Bucky knows he doesn’t have much to offer but he loves the fact that he can do this for his girl and that she loves it so much.
Pancakes and fresh coffee in the morning that results in content hums against his mouth, nuzzles against his neck and lazy thank you’s until she realizes she’s late for class. Instagram food posts that she jokingly sends while asking for him to cook only to come back home to the said dish and a cute dinner.
She has credit in this too, given she’s the one who introduces him to different and peculiar types of food and sweets like Japanese seafood flavored Kit-Kats and hot chili lollipops. She’s the one who suggests a day out every week just so they can taste weird food.
(She’s the one who comes up with the idea but she never finishes what they buy).
But there’s normal restaurants and new introduced dishes that it suddenly becomes his new favorite. There’s feeding each other between laughs and scooping a little bit of the other’s dessert. There’s kisses that tastes like wine and tomato sauce or chocolate and strawberry. There’s finding out new restaurants and cheap diners and low-key bars with acoustic music and a local singer.
Also, it’s funny how people at the coffee shop are already used to her presence.
Sometimes she just pays these little visits and Bucky starts to notice that not just his co-workers but other regular clients also know her. It’s pretty impossible not to, even more when they make a point of asking about your girl, Barnes, or when they tease him to death with the help of his co-workers.
Ever the worried and busy woman she is, Bucky isn’t surprised to know she often overworks herself with study and her job. She’s incredibly smart and he genuinely admires how dedicated she is.
He’s seen her spend nights awake just to finish a college paper, he’s seen her cry in frustration over that one subject she didn’t understand while studying for an exam, he’s seen her run up and down the city in order to do something for her boss. There isn’t much he can do to help except his little things.
Back rubs and massages and 5 minute breaks when she needs to stay up until late, tea and coffee and sweet pastries and sweet good luck kisses in the next day when she’s got dark circles around her eyes. Slow readings and quizzes when she needs to grasp a hard subject. A way or two of carrying her up to the bed when she falls asleep in weird positions on her desk. A celebration coffee as he waits for her outside the university building after a good exam.
Their first five years together pass by as a lightning.
She’s nearly over with college after several times of him leaving hickeys on her neck and thighs, almost getting her in trouble for it, after several glares when she sees him at the coffee shop, after several of his smirks as a reply.
She’s nearly over with college when he buys her a puppy, brown and caramel and grizzly with blue eyes that she insists it looks like him.
She’s nearly over with college when he realizes that maybe, this is just the beginning.
And then, it’s her graduation day and he feels like he can burst with pride and joy for her but also of nervousness because nobody knows, but there’s a little red box inside his black tuxedo that might change everything for them.
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Notes: Whoops, here’s 1k words on artist!Steve. Happy reading! <3
Being a freelance artist isn’t easy but Steve wouldn’t have it in another way. As long as he remembers, he’s always wanted to live and study for his art and he considers himself pretty lucky to be able to do what he does. His work is recognized by now, even though it’s only by a select group who follows independent artists. He’s had his artpieces displayed and even sold. He’s built a name and he’s more than grateful for it.
But his life doesn’t really revolve around art all the time.
Growing up with a hardworking widowed mother, Steve settles with a strong role model to follow. Sarah had always made the possible and the impossible to raise him and so, the traits of a overworking, determined man has been always with him. Still, he gets some of his own as he grows up.
Steve’s lost the count of how many times he got into trouble for stepping into something that wasn’t his business. He’s earned cringes and bad looks all around for standing up for what he believes.
He doesn’t let that stop him but something changes once he knows her.
The first time Steve sees her, it’s in the local nursing home where he volunteers at every time he’s got some time off. He doesn’t do much – only some reading, helping around with the locomotion, talking to elderly veterans and hearing out his ladies. He’d never saw her around but by the way she seems intimate with some of workers, he guessed it was just his luck.
Everytime he makes it to the nursing home and finds her there, Steve pulls out his sketchbook and draws her. She’s kind and pretty and he tries to convince himself it’s just for art. By the end of the month, he’s got 13 pages with different types and techniques to her sketches.
The day she founds out though, he can easily label as the greatest but scariest day of his life.
She’s sitting by the window with Margaret, one of the eldest ladies who he’s been awfully close to, while he’s supposed to be talking with Timothy, a WWII veteran that he loves to hear stories from. With the sketchbook on his lap, Steve doesn’t even notice when she gets up from her spot and walks towards them, only stopping to greet Timothy and offer him a smile. Until she looks down and sees it.
A rough sketch of her face that only makes her grin at him while he’s nearly having a heart attack.
Steve is a good artist and he loves to observe the people around him. With her isn’t any different, even more with him sketching her so often but his incessant observing makes him notice little things that most definitely didn’t help his growing infatuation. She’s passionate and kind and keen on helping the others. Incredibly strong and more often than not putting others before her.
Wether he lets it show too obviously or they find out on their own, soon the whole ward of the nursing home are teasing him about it. They start to low-key create little schemes so she’d meet him, matchmake them into tasks and random activities, make little jokes and teases whenever they’re both around and Steve knows his ladies talk about him for her.
With time, it starts to get through them and a rather tensed look or two would be shared along with warm cheeks and sheepish chuckles.
The next nursing home’s themed day changes it completely. The workers decide for a vintage day and Steve swears his breath got caught up in his throat when she walked in looking straight out of the 1940s. Wearing a baby blue flowy dress, with a little belt around her waist, baby doll shoes and lips so red that he can’t think of anything but kiss them.
(Also, they don’t hear the end of it when it’s the kids visiting day and they dress up as Captain America and Wonder Woman. He’s pretty sure it takes about two weeks for people to forget).
The missing courage of asking her out for dinner is found later that night and it becomes also the first day in which he walks her home. It turns into a habit and then all the times he’s accompanied her to lunch and dinner before walking her home turn into dates without they even realizing it.
The first official one though is the theatre to watch a play she had been dying to see – he’d spent some good money on that one but the way her face lit up once he invited her was worth more than anything in the world. That date leads to museums, paintings exhibitions, performances and it still doesn’t cover everything that they are.
Steve would be more surprised if things didn’t feel so natural with her.
He knows that she believes and supports him and his work because she truly loves what he does too. She lets herself fall for art just like him and she genuinely enjoys the process. And the day Steve realizes that, in an art studio that she seems to absolutely be in love with, he kisses her for the first time.
The day the nursing home throws a garden party for the patients families happens to be the day that she realizes that she’s in love with him.
Steve had voluteered to make face paitings to the kids while she’d been in charge of the decoration. It wasn’t until the very end of the party that Steve managed to have some time with her, when she sat down in the small stool in front of him and demanded the paiting of a sunflower to her cheek. He was glad that his years of practice helped him given he just couldn’t calm down his nerves, his hands nearly shaking over how close she was.
Over the soft touches, breathing mingling together and definitely warm cheeks, Steve hoped she didn’t notice his nervousness.
They weren’t even sure of what they were and where they stood when that happened but when Steve hears her speaking so fondly about the said day in their first anniversary, he’s most definitely sure that they’d been dating for a long time before that, even if the official words came a few weeks later.
It is no surprise that she’s the biggest supporter of his job and it’s most definitely a breath of fresh air to have her around in his studio and apartment.
Besides her brightening presence, Steve loves the fact that she tries to learn about every little thing around and more often than not, those days all end with her childish but cute drawings in his sketchbooks or in a mess of paint and brushes as she uses his skin as canvas.
She doesn’t really believe him and try to brush it off everytime he mentions it, but she’s an endless source of inspiration to him.
It started with a few sketches back in the nursing home and then developed to walls and canvas and papers and soon Steve has way too much artpieces with her face on it. She models for a canvas paiting for the first time in her birthday – the first one they’d spent together – and Steve can’t help but be nervous when he’s just about to show her the finished piece.
He doesn’t think that anything can come close to her beauty, not even his art could do justice to it but then she sees it and her soft gasp and teary eyes are more than enough for an answer. Besides the breathtaking kiss she gives him right after.
Steve’s earned cringes and bad looks all around for standing up for what he believes. He’s been most definitely judged and frowned upon for his art and job but knowing that she believes and has his back on whatever he does makes everything worth a while.
One year later and he’s got three paitings of her hanging on a wall of a his third gallery exhibition.
As they move in together, things just seem to get better.
The apartment is bigger and they get the saying on everything – the walls were painted by both of them in a random weekend and the decoration and furniture were guaranteed in one of their IKEA trips. As she develops a knack for photography (resulting in several pictures of his artwork, himself and their place), his art studio becomes a place for two and he’s more than happy to share the space with her photos and polaroids.
The routine never gets old and Steve can’t be more thankful for that.
He loves when he’s just about giving up in a paiting and she just comes up with a smile on her face and sits on his lap, arms around him as she runs her fingers through his hair. He loves when he’s way too focused on something, earning him a kiss on his nose because he looks way too cute with glasses. He loves when they’re out in the street and she randomly kisses a spot on his skin, just to notice later that there’s a paint stain he forgot to scrub off.
Roadtrips to find new landscapes, city exploring for street art, late night walks for a coffee when both of them need a breath from work and it doesn’t even scratch the surface of what they do.
The day they tell everyone at the nursing home that they’re together is memorable but not as much as the day they finally announce their wedding – handmade watercolor invitations that bring their elderly friends into a frenzy.
About the wedding itself, let’s just say that the said friends had a lot of fun in their roles as groomsmen and bridesmaids.
Hydra is very good at hiding when he's in pain. There's a plethora of issues he deals with that most of the time, he just has to push through until it either fixes itself, or he gets forced to see a repair truck. He knows he doesn't have to hide it, but it's almost second nature at this point. His repairs are expensive, and he knows that. He's terrified that if he shows the fact that he's hurt too much, that people are gonna think he's weak and can't do his job properly, and that he's ultimately gonna end up in the scrapyard.
