#stevetalksdifferentaroundbucky

Summary: “The city was falling apart. Again. Steve swore—he swore—they just got done protecting New York City from aliens, but apparently this was shaping up to be a bi-annual thing. Great. Just great.”

or

the a/b/o fic in which Steve talks old Brooklyn again just because he met Bucky for the first time.

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“Shit. Shit, shit, fuck. Fucking shit!”

“Language!”

“Hey, watch it, Cap.”

“Are we really going to ignore the fact that Barton just said language?”

“Hey! What about Sammy boy over here telling Cap to watch it, huh?”

The city was falling apart. Again. Steve swore—he swore—they just got done protecting New York City from aliens, but apparently this was shaping up to be a bi-annual thing. Great. Just great.

He was in Brooklyn when this all started what seemed like hours ago (the murderous giant things with—eyes all over their bodies?—actually dropped out of the sky approximately 32 minutes, 38 point oh five seconds ago, point oh six...) and the subways were down, so he was still running through hysteric crowds in an attempt to calm the situation down here while making his way uptown to where all the other Avengers we’re dealing with the point of entrance (being honest with himself, Steve knew it was probably some weird hole in the galaxy/portal thing. Freakin’ 21st century, man.)

And yeah, sue him, but their new alien buddies were goddamn massive and crushing just about everything in sight. So he let out a few choice words.

“Fuck!”

“Seriously, Cap?” Tony. Of course it was Tony. “There are humans of the small variation around me, and I’m pretty sure they can hear you screaming through the comms. You’re fuck—dging loud.”

Steve really couldn’t be bothered to respond to that at the moment. “Widow, Falcon, anyone but Tony—“

“Hey!”

“—status report. They still comin’?”

“Coming in strong, Steve.”

Shit. “Alright, Tony. Report. How do we close the point of entrance?”

“Just— ah!”

“Tony?”

“Ignore the little girl scream, that didn’t happen, nope, no sir. Just gotta do some stuff, you know, quantum molecular—“

“Alright, thanks, Tony. Let’s triangulate the remaining. I’ll be there in—“

“Watch out!”

Steve looked up at the scream. The civilian scream. Civilians were everywhere, paramedics and cops among them, but everyone was running and Steve wished he could get them all somewhere safe but— Look up, Rogers. Get outta your head, outta the comms, someone is right in front of you, they need help, they smell so good, and they’re, they’re in front of Alien With Eyes from the Sky, and fuck.

“‘Scuse me, sugar.” Steve rushed to maneuver the sweet-smelling (shit, so sweet, how is he so sweet I’m not even close enough to scent him am I?) long-haired, well-built omega in front of him away from the giant beast as gently and quickly as possible, which was pretty much throwing him out of the way because sheesh, Alien Buddy was angry.

There was silence on the comms as Steve finally met up with the gang at the point of entrance—yep, it’s a portally thing, he’s not surprised—drawing the Angry Alien Buddy away from the sweet-smelling omega civilian.

“Did Steve just talk Brooklyn?” Sam started.

“Did Steve just call a random guy sugar?” Tony continued.

“RAGHHHHH.” The Angry Alien Buddies With Eyes from the Sky finished, and they all directed their attention at getting the job done and the city safe.