Who the hell is Bucky?



bucky barnes     
hellotailor asked NON-MISERABLE post-CATWS fic where Steve and Bucky live together and Bucky has totally gone to therapy for years so it's OK for Steve to be a famous person with a boyfriend who can actually leave the house without having some kind of traumatic flashback? :D? :D?

febricant:

Bucky is in the kitchen this time, apparently weighing the difference between two different kinds of mustard, one clasped carefully in each hand.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Bucky shrugs, right shoulder hitching. “I had a craving. “

Steve grabs a glass of water and sits down at the kitchen island. More often than not now, Bucky’s night terrors send him to the kitchen instead of the roof, whether just for water or some half-remembered texture to distract and ground him, settled solidly in the twenty-first century, in their shared apartment. Mustard, though, is a new one. “You used to hate mustard.”

“Still do,” Bucky says, shoving both jars back in the fridge. “I just couldn’t remember what it tasted like.” He slides into his chair, the one nestled into the corner of the kitchen, with the best view of the whole room. “You didn’t have to get up.”

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stevebucky     ficlet     

I’m a spy. Not some rooftop-jumping archer, shield-wielding super soldier, or shiny-metal philanthrobot. 



You can take away my suits, you can take away my home, but there’s one thing you can never take away from me: I am Iron Man.



tony stark     

had a metal arm



bucky barnes     captain america     

The Real World: Avengers Tower

Interviewer: So what's it like living with Tony?
Bruce: When I moved in, he insisted on funding all of my research. Except, you know, ever since The Incident, all my work's been theoretical. It's not actually that expensive. I've started just spending all the extra on fruit pies, just to see if he was keeping track. He isn't. There are a lot of unused rooms in this building, and at least three of them are stacked floor to ceiling with fruit pies. He hasn't said a word.
Natasha: It turned out Pepper and I both speak French. Tony doesn't. Now, whenever he walks in, we just start whispering in French and giggling. Half the time we're just exchanging recipes. He pretends not to be eavesdropping, but the other day I caught him asking JARVIS what 'des oeufs' meant.
Clint: I bought this big bag of little plastic flies, right? And whenever he's not paying attention, I throw them into his drink. Half the time he doesn't even notice and just drinks the damn things, but the other half? He starts checking all the house filtration systems, the exterminators, the works. He can't figure out where all these flies are coming from. He's fumigated three times in the last month.
Thor: I attempted to provide assistance with a project, but Stark assured me that it was 'very technical', and that I would not understand the intricacies. I can see why he would think so, as I am a mere Prince of Asgard, taught such basic engineering when I was a child and his ancestors could not yet walk. It has been five weeks, and he still has not corrected the misaligned condenser coil causing the problem.
Steve: I don't know what Howard taught that kid, but he seems to be under the impression that homosexuality was invented in 2000. He keeps leaving magazines and pictures lying around like the sight of two men holding hands is going to give me a heart attack. I don't have the heart to tell him about the Greeks.
Interviewer: So how are things in Avengers Tower?
Tony: How are things? I have no idea. I really don't. There's some kind of insect infestation in the vents and I think a spy is trying to seduce my girlfriend into moving to France. I tried to prank Captain America with gay porn, but him and Thor just started trying to reverse-engineer workout routines. The other day I went into one of the spare rooms, and I found some kind of one-armed sex hobo sitting on a throne of empty fruit pie boxes. I just walked out and closed the door. I don't even wanna know.


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