Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, West Wing AU - Fandom
02 Apr 2015
Tony's mouthed off on national televison [again], Bruce is on the no-fly list, the President has a broken leg and Nat may have slept with the enemy, accidentally on purpose. It's a Monday morning in the White House of the Rogers Administration.
- Part 1 of President America
10 May 2014
Bucky is dead.
He's pretty sure about it.
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), West Wing AU - Fandom
02 Apr 2015
When Senator Steve Rogers (NY-D) announced he would run for president, it was largely regarded as a joke.
Too young, too inexperienced, too good looking - yes, that was a remark. And his staff? Bunch of ragtag vets and community college rejects.
What they didn’t know is that Rogers and his staff had a firm belief that nothing could shake - that a small group of determined people could change the world.
Because it is the only thing that ever did.
These are their stories, the chronicles of their stay at the White House.
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics)
01 Nov 2018
What if no one in the world knew who you were?
Bucky Barnes is a damn fine soldier, and so is everyone on his SpecOps team. They’re one of the most elite teams assembled, off the books and on the down low. A ghost team like Seal Team 6, without the drama. Their mission? Eradicate insurgent groups of Nazi leftovers recuperating in the Middle East. It’s not exactly what Bucky thought he was signing up for, but it strokes his ego, so he’s fine with it. He’s even mostly fine with leaving his very new boyfriend at home to do whatever it is that Steve does.
While left at home, Steve has his own missions, off the books and on the down low. An experimental team that the rest of the government cannot know about. So when he and his team are given location and extraction orders, he’s a little surprised to be paired with a second team. Hopefully he can knock this out before Bucky gets sent back home. The only question he’s left with is how the hell he’s supposed to find a ghost.
And how the hell is Bucky supposed to remember who he is when he’s spent six months in the desert being nobody?
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02 Feb 2019
I love this so much
01 Oct 2018
“You’re kind of a weird one, aren’t you?”
Bucky gasps, all mock-offense. “We’re rolling with the insults today, aren’t we?”
Steve flushes again, shoulders tight. “Sorry. Just… Sorry.”
Bucky’s expression softens, and he goes with his gut as he reaches a hand out, fingers grazing the back of Steve’s hand on the table. Steve’s skin is warm, just as Bucky thought it would be. “It’s okay. It’s actually kind of nice knowing you can match my level of asshole.”
Today, of all days, is the day Bucky is going to meet the love of his life. Imagine his surprise when it turns out to be Captain America.
Or: The Adventures of Bucky Barnes, the Shitty Psychic.
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19 Jan 2019
“Steve, Christ, it’s just a small thing, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.”
“What if you end up back in prison?”
“I’m not gonna—”
“Well, how do you know that? Just tell me, or I’m gonna think you’re in with the fucking mafia or something.”
“Jesus, it’s not the mafia.”
“Gang. Drug cartel.”
“Oh, lay off! I’m fine, Steve, I’m not in a gang and I’m not going to end up in prison again. Please just calm down.”
“How do you know?”
Bucky exhales violently. His voice comes strained and halting through the phone. “Because—because I’m working for the guy who put me there last time.”
08 Oct 2018
Steve shook his head in disbelief. “So just because I knocked your coat on the floor and handed it back to you, now we both have to be legally married to a stranger forever?”
“Well,” Bucky said, eyeing the ring box on the coffee table, “we don’t have to be strangers.”
Bucky's a selkie. Steve's a clumsy human. They're married now. Oops.
if u wanted my number u couldve just asked
u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)
Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.
He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. Not his phone.
“Fuck,” he muttered.