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The Wilson family, 1981.

Sam Wilson, now known as Captain America (front, left), poses with sister Sarah, mother Darlene, and father Paul in front of what would later become the family’s home in Delacroix, Louisiana.

The SarahBucky Americana Songbook by @btwxsixesandsevens

Summary: Having been flung away from Fort Lehigh at the end of Marvel What If…Zombies (S1, E5), Bucky takes the opportunity and triggers his own last mission: Going home.

Read for a new SarahBucky slow burn adventure set to the sounds of the blues, roots, and bluegrass. Featuring undead shamblers, survivor gangs, and cozy post-apocalyptic homesteading. Eventual sex, but that'll be clearly marked.

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Bucky walked.

At first he didn’t count the days, which made them blend together into the worst kind of blur. It was like being the Soldier again, moving from need to need, avoiding pain, following some directive in his brain: Go South. Go Home.

A feral miasma settled over him, punctuated by blossoms of base emotion. Pain. He’d broken a bone in his ribs when he landed. Hunger. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. Disorientation. Where exactly he’d landed was unclear. Not fear, though. Vigilance. Intense awareness that he was alone, and not alone. His super senses remained. He could hear the scratching shambling steps of the undead as they wandered the suburban streets. Could smell the rot of their bodies. His vibranium arm was still heavy, still faster and stronger than it had any right to be. Sometimes it glowed gently purple in the dim light, but he didn’t know why. Experience told him that scavenging for food in a formerly populated area was the fastest way to end his trip for good. So he skirted the major population areas and kept moving. Walking down the two-lane state highways littered with abandoned cars.

rewrite_a_fic is a low-commitment, multi-fandom event dedicated to rewriting a fic you've written before! The goal of this event is to rewrite something you've done before, be it a one-shot or a longer fic.

I’ve actually been planning a re-write/continuation of an existing fic. I might do in in the hope that it will help me let go of being so hypercritical of something I’m presently working on. Well…a couple of things.

Anyway, like Spock sez...

Just A Little Fais Do-Do by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationships: Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson/Misty Knight | Rated: SFW

Summary: Sam should’ve known he’d have to tell Scott Lang, the man with a hit podcast and a New York Times Best Seller, to keep an invite on the DL.

Didn’t matter. As far as Sarah was concerned, what looked like was now turning into a fais do-do was Sam’s concern because she and Bucky already made alternate plans for their own New Years Party.

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Sarah and Sam weren’t meaning to have an actual Party on New Years Eve.

Sarah sure wasn’t.

It was supposed to be just Sam and Misty, Sarah and Bucky, and Joaquin Torres, who was invited to come over and to bring a Plus 1 if he had one.

Sam also invited Scott Lange and Hope Van Dyne, who were going to be celebrating New Years Eve in New Orleans anyway. He told them feel free to drop on by if they found themselves overwhelmed by the New Years Eve crowd in “The Big Easy”.

Turns out that Scott casually mentioned to Clint Barton that Sam was “having a little get-together on New Years Eve at his place just outside of New Orleans”.

Clint then mentioned it to Nick Fury, who told Maria Hill, who told Carol Danvers, who mentioned it to Monica Rambeau, who told Jimmy Woo, who had no plans for New Years Eve.

Fury also mentioned it to Dr. Steven Strange.

Carol also mentioned it to Peter Quill and Thor, who mentioned it to Brunhilde.

And the next thing Sam knew, he was getting RSVPs from all over the place...meaning the Galaxy.

He even got an e-mail from Peter Parker, regretfully declining because Aunt May said No.

Sarah looked at the RSVP emails on Sam’s laptop, glared at the man and said, “I love you, Big Bro, but far as my kitchen and I are concerned, I’m closed.

Preparing and cooking for Thanksgiving and Christmas and now this?

We were going to have a nice, small, relaxed New Years Eve, and now you want to have a whole-assed fais do-do and fet up in here?

Feel free to cook, have a potluck or call a caterer, then. And you can watch me on the dance floor with my date.”

Fortunately, Sam knew exactly who to call on short notice. He knew there were some perks being Captain America, but this was definitely one of the best.

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Glossary

fais do-do: a Cajun French term for party, shindig, dancing & drinking.

fet: From the French word fete. A big party.

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Thanks for reading my nonsense and foolery this year. I appreciate you more than I can say.

Happy 7th Day of Christmas! ✨🦢✨ x 7

Happy 6th Day of Kwanza! Kuumba - Creativity 🎨✒️🧵🧶🎨🎼🎭🎥…

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Rated: M (At the end.)

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“We’ll keep the lights on for Santa Claus and for you,” the boys told him the night before when he called to let them and Sarah know he’d be on his way home soon, arriving in time for Christmas.

”I’ll just say be prepared,” she chuckled. “They really got into the spirit this year.”

Even though the house was set back a little ways, as the SUV approached the driveway, the glow was visible from the main road.

Not only was the house brilliant, lights were also wrapped around a few of the trees in the front-yard.

“Wow!”

“Exactly what I was thinkin’,” Bucky grinned. “Thanks for the ride home, pal.”

“My pleasure Sergeant Barnes,” the white-haired older man smiled, eyes twinkling. “I’m on my way home, too. Been a long day. Y’all have a merry Christmas.”

“You and yours too,” he nodded, giving the driver a generous tip and a wave as the car pulled away.

He placed his bags on the porch, did a quick perimeter check of the property, then stood in the yard and took in the decorations before mounting the steps.

He smiled, and shook his head in wonderment at the display of lights decorating the house.

“Thanks, guys. It’s beautiful.”

He unlocked the door, touched the door jamb, whispered “Bast wam, sikelela le ndawo,” and entered the house.

The first thing he smelled was the tree, which was softly aglow from tiny lights. These were much more subdued than the ones on the exterior of the house.

The living room was festive, but also calm and cozy.

Next came the aroma of the freshly-baked cookies that were arranged on a plate in the middle of the coffee table. On another plate was a bunch of carrots.

And there was a note, carefully printed and signed by the boys:

Dear Santa

The cookies are for you and Uncle Bucky. Mama helped us make them. The carrots are for the reindeer. We picked them out of our garden.

Merry Christmas and Thank You!

Cass and AJ

He snagged a cookie, opened his duffle, pulled out several wrapped parcels, placed them under the tree, and took the duffle into the mudroom, leaving it on top of the washer to get to later.

Snagging another cookie, he picked up his backpack and headed for the downstairs bathroom where he showered, brushed his teeth and slipped into the pj bottoms and t-shirt that were waiting on the door hook.

Avoiding the squeaky step on the way upstairs, he looked in on the kids, then stepping quietly into Sarah’s room, he set his backpack in the corner, carefully pulled back the covers and crawled into bed, relaxing for the first time in hours. In days.

“Mmmmmm…” Sarah hummed as he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arm around her, kissing the back of her neck, burying his face in her curls, and inhaling the scent of her hair.

Bucky knows she fell asleep while trying to wait up for him because she usually puts her hair up before going to sleep.

She snuggled herself into him, and reaching back, ran her fingers through his hair as he cupped her breast before running his hand down under the waistband of her sleep shorts.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he softly growled. “I’m home.”

Quietly giggling, she parted her thighs and purred, “Ahhhhh…’zat you, Santa Claus?”

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Also posted HERE on The AO3.

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Checking In… by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Rated: SFW | -500 Words

Characters: Bucky Barnes-Winter Soldier/White Wolf . Alexi Shostakovich-Red Guardian . Yelena Belova-Black Widow . John Walker-US Agent . Ava Starr-Ghost . Sarah Wilson (mentioned)

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“Hey, Sarah. Yeah…I’m okay. Nah, I’m fine. I—what? No, you’re fine. Fine as…never mind. Don’t get me started. I’m not exactly alone right now.“

Alexi tilts forward and whispers, “Yasha has a girlfriend!?”

Yelena raises an eyebrow, tilts in, “He and Captain America’s sister Sarah Wilson are Doing It.”

“What?” Walker all but yells. “Really?! Sam’s sister? Wow! Say, did you know my wife is—“

“Yes,” the others say simultaneously, in various tones of utter exasperation. “We all know.”

“Hey!” Bucky throws daggers at them with his eyes. “Pipe down.” He wishes he could throw actual daggers. He has more than enough knives on his person for each one of them, but he maintains a cool demeanor on the phone.

“So,” he continues, lowering his voice and turning his back for more privacy, “about Christmas. I…I might be kinda late getting back. No. Just some idiots I gotta take care of here. I’ll call you later tonight if I can. Hug the boys for me, okay? Ndiyakuthanda.”

“Aww!” Ava practically squeaks. “I don’t speak Xhosa, but I know what that means.”

“I’ve seen pictures of Sarah Wilson,” Alexi smiles and nods approvingly. “Good choice, Yasha. Beautiful woman. Nice frame. Almost as nice as your mother’s, Yelena. A good, sturdy woman, your mother. Ahhhh, the way she fills out her blue jeans is—“

Yelena’s chin drops to her chest. “Oh my god, Dad! Stop!!” If her hands had been untied, she would have buried her face in them…after using them to choke him out.

“What!?! Am I wrong?”

“Hey, Bucky,” Walker says brightly, “We do have something in common. We both have—“

“No.” He pockets his phone and feels the hilt of the knife in his shoulder holster.

“Okay, pal,” Walker grins. “I mean, we—“

“We’re not the same,” Bucky growls and stalks away. “If Val doesn’t call back soon, I swear ta God…”

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@fleurdelouvemonth 2024: SarahBucky Bingo - “Free Space”.

The photo is from Entertainment Weekly’s preview of THUNDERBOLTS* and shows Alexi, Yelena, Walker and Ava tied up, and Bucky is on his cellphone while watching them.

Thank you @khululekile for inspiring me to finish this little drabble as we laughed about Walker trying to bond with Bucky over their wives, and Bucky wanting no part of that conversation, especially with the likes of him.

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Fleurdelouve Month 2024 | SarahBucky Bingo

Snowed in…elsewhere. by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationships: Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes | Rated: SFW

Summary: It’s going to be 70 degrees at home in Delacroix, Louisiana, but the two of them are snowed in…elsewhere.

”…and the snow is still falling, blanketing the Eastern Seaboard. All flights in and out of La Guardia have been cancelled for the past 18 hours and now, all flights out of DC are cancelled as well, leaving passengers stranded at…”

Sarah opens her eyes and sees the Weather Channel lady in front of a map with snowflake graphics covering a large swath of the East Coast, from above New York State, down past Washington DC.

The scrolling text lists airlines that canceled what flights coming into or leaving which airports.

There’s La Guardia…and there’s the flight they were supposed to be on yesterday afternoon. Today’s flights are also canceled.

She feels Bucky’s arm tighten around her and a scratchy face nuzzling her shoulder.

She sees their backpacks and carry-ons still waiting over by the door…and his warm hand opens on her breast as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Molo, baby,” sleep still in his voice, making it all deeply rumbly in his chest. She feels it on her back.

Yesterday morning after breakfast, they learned that their late afternoon flight out had been canceled. All flights out were canceled.

She had a good cry, phoned the kids, and he brought his mattress into the living room area of the loft.

They made a blanket fort, where they spent the day reading, listening to music, dancing and napping.

After dinner, they watched movies, and he snuggled her closer. “This isn’t so bad, nandi. Better being here together like this than stuck, snowed-in at the airport. We’ll get home to Delacroix before Christmas Eve.”

“Mmmm, true, baby.”

And he kissed her. And kissed her.

And she kissed him right back.

They fell asleep…afterward…with Netflix’s Fireplace video on the TV, as snow fell on Brooklyn.

divider by @firefly-graphics

Glossary - nandi : sweetness, delightful (isiXhosa)

Molo: good morning (isiXhosa)

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First posted in 2021. Also HERE on The AO3.

Whats In a Name? A SarahBucky Halloween

by Nefertiri Jones aka @tllgrrl

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes | Rating: Tags will inform when it gets spicy.

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Summary: “Say it again, please. I…need to…hear you say it, Sarah,” he whimpered, almost panting. “Please…”

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Nighttime…Somewhere in the backroads between Delacroix and New Orleans…

Sarah feels something. The timing is…off.

(Shit…I was supposed to take a look at this gahtdamn truck engine last week…)

She keeps driving, eyes ahead, watching the dodgy road and glancing in the rear view mirror.

Nothing…yet.

She hears a misfire. Then another, and the truck starts to hitch.

(Not here. Not here not here not here.

Sweet Jesus. Please. Not out here…)

Earlier in the Evening…The Wilson Home…

Rounding the side of the house, instead of trying to make it to front porch where he was probably lying in wait to intercept her, Sarah made a beeline straight to the trees past the training area where Shield training happens. The moon was almost full and high in the sky. Almost a blessing. Almost a curse.

Moon or none, it was still almost pitch black outside, but though the front porch light and living room lights were off, she could still more or less see where she was, and where she was going. She had enough darkness where she wouldn’t be automatically visible.

Maybe she could find a safe spot, remain hidden and keep and eye on anyone lurking. The darkness gave her time to figure out a plan.

In her haste, she had run out of the house forgetting to grab her car keys, that were still in the kitchen, hanging on the hook by the refrigerator.

There was no way she could get back in there safely.

Maybe she could go see if the car’s unlocked, slip inside and lock herself in, but she couldn’t be sure if someone was in the back yard or over by the car port.

Turning around to first make sure she hadn’t been followed, she then raced over to the giant willow that’s almost directly in front of the expanse of yard facing the front porch.

From here, she could see the whole front of the house, and anyone coming around either side.

If they were outside, going around to the backyard, she could make a mad dash, either for the front porch…or on to the driveway, and the road away from the property.

“How the hell did I get myself in this situation?” She mumbled under her breath.

Oh, right! It was the fucking wine.

When she was a little bit lit, she tended to get a little bit…”carefree”?

(Reckless? Without fucks to give?)

In fact, it was a dare and a bet on top of the wine that got her here: A grown-assed woman playing Hide and Seek…with a grown-assed man…outside her house…in the dead of night.

“Son of a bitch…” she hissed, feeling a nervous giggle bubble up from her chest.

Then, the night sounds stopped…and a shiver ran up her spine.

(What the…?)

[*…snap…*]

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5 (Five) Senses and continues on AO3.

An excerpt that was originally posted here for Halloween, is now a completed story!