#katjam

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐵 : you look beautiful tonight, sweetheart

𝒦 : you always say that

𝐵 : because you always are

a love wrapped between diner milkshakes / flowers pressed between book pages / cigarette smoke and butterscotch / fabric draped over cold shoulders / kisses under streetlights / pinned curls and scuffed shoes / sunny days at coney island / weekly dancing dates / lipstick marks on love letters ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐉𝐀𝐌: 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆?

making webweaves for friends! for my sweetest katya, a love suspended in time—a window into a spark everlasting,

of lipstick marks on collars, rough hands and gentler eyes, stolen hats, crumpled uniforms, reasons to come home.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART.

The chatter of the charity gala could hardly be heard from the empty office the two had retreated to. These events just weren’t their thing. They were too stuffy, too proper, laced with too many fake smiles and pretending to give a fuck about what some random rich person had to say. Hiding out was a necessity if they wanted to stay sane.

Katya was situated on Bucky’s lap and her knees pressed against his hips, digging a little deeper each time she shifted. The cracked leather office chair creaked beneath their weight and the soft sounds of their labored breathing interrupted their kisses. His right hand slowly wandered over the soft skin of her back as he traced the familiar line of her spine while the metal one stayed firm on her hip. The dress she wore was silk with a low back line and it had been driving him crazy all night. Too bad they were at this stupid event, otherwise it would’ve found its home on the floor by now.

She abruptly pulled away from the kiss, her hands carefully sliding from his neck to his jaw. “Buck?” She asked in that honeyed tone that he loved oh so much. She had a tendency to do this, pull back and ask him questions or tell him about her day as if they weren’t in the middle of something very important.

“Hmm?” he asked, the blues of his irises shadowed by his blown pupils. Their eyes met and he felt the corners of his lips tug up into a small, barely there smile. He couldn’t help it around her, especially when she was all done up like tonight. Her hair was tamed, for once (not that he minded either way), and she wore this cherry red lipstick that he was so sure was smeared all over his face by now. She had always been beautiful to him, but she was even more so tonight.

She huffed, moving her hand back to his neck before brushing through the ends of his hair. It had grown since they’d first met all those months ago in Delacroix. She never really was able to keep her hands still, or to herself, when it came to him. “You really gotta tell Valentina to stop having these kinds of things on our anniversaries!” She pouted. “I mean, we could be out having a nice dinner or we could be at home with Alpine, but instead we’re here. Do the children really need donations that badly?” There was a teasing lilt to her voice, but he knew her words held some truth.

“Well there’s free food here and Alpine likes getting herself into trouble at home. Plus, this is only our first anniversary, there’s still time to improve before the next one.” He said.

“Bucky!” she laughed and swatted at his chest. “I’m serious.”

He laughed a little and his eyes crinkled at the corners, a picture that always made her smile. “Yeah, alright, I’ll let her know. No more charity events on anniversaries.” He said gently before carefully cupping her face. She murmured a soft thank you against his lips when he leaned in to kiss her again.

It was easy for them to get lost in each other, the gala and Valentina forgotten in an instant. So much so that the footsteps coming towards them from out in the hall fell on deaf ears.

“Hey, where have you two been, Valentina’s been driving me cra- oh, god, go home and do that!”

(est. captain america: the winter soldier) an overworked, underpaid, coffee running intern overhears two of her colleagues mutter the words "hail hydra" to one another after an otherwise unassuming meeting. she finds herself tearing through the corporate ladder to find someone, anyone, who would react as strongly as she did. that was when she met with nick fury, who did not take her accusations seriously at first, claiming he’d “look into it.”

it wasn't until a similar report was made by another agent that she was recruited to help take hydra down from the inside. after receiving both weapons and combat training, she met with a few friendly faces of the avengers and proved she was not just a pretty face, but an important asset in all manners of intelligence. she comes face to face with the winter soldier only to meet him again as bucky barnes years later. after surviving an assassination attempt and the downfall of SHIELD, she retires from the intelligence community for good. this leavers her with too much free time, which she fills by visiting the super soldier in wakanda.

the following days are spent under the sun, shoulder to shoulder with the man who was once just boy from brooklyn. a love that flourishes in solace develops, but remains unspoken until after the blip.

brains meet beauty / lipstick marks on coffee mugs / pens tucked behind ears / a shirt buttoned a little less than it should be / gentle hands and soft voices / too much curiosity that somehow hasn’t killed the cat / the smell of fresh printer paper / gunpowder and iron / lingering cigarette smoke on her breath / the warmth of someone else’s skin.

notes: my official mcu self insert debut wooooo!! shoutout to mel for sparking my desire to lock in on this, as well as for the coffee running intern idea (my ass was not taking apart SHIELD to try to find where i fit in… and thank god i didn’t have to).