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And one of the amateur scientists is Bucky Barnes, who’s had a 10 year long crush on another amateur scientist, his best friend, Steve who is heavily crushing on him, too.

They’re with their friends observing, and Sam asks them what should they call it:

“Steve,” Bucky says, mesmerized.

“Oh?” Real Steve asks, his heartbreak accelerated as Sam and Nat smirk.

Bucky snaps out of his trance, blushing fiercely and grateful that the night covers it a little.

“Strong Thermal Emission Velocity Enhancement,” he says, aware of how stupid it sounds. It just reminded him of Steve’s eyes.

“That make sense.” Steve agrees, hiding the disappointment.

“It doesn’t, they’re literally random words,” Nat exclaims, walking out. “I can’t deal with you idiots right now, it’s 2 am.”

Sam walks right behind her laughing out loud.

They HOPEFULLY talk about things after that, kiss, and giggle every time Sam and Nat made any of them explain the name to the press.

I have the feeling that Steve would hear about that musical, and come out of hiding OUTRAGED. He would do a press conference hand in hand with Bucky to condemn the creators' homophobia, how they took their love story ('our fucking life story', he'd say, and he would swear) and twisted it to pursue the ever present heteronormative agenda. Not to mention the disrespect it shows towards everyone involved.

They would announce protests, immediate legal actions, and that all the money they'll get when they win (because they will) would be donated to organizations fighting homophobia.

After questions are over, they would make out before the press, and leave the room to go to Pride and display all the PDAs they can think of to start reclaiming their story.

Their fucking love story.

I have the feeling that Steve would hear about that musical, and come out of hiding OUTRAGED. He would do a press conference hand in hand with Bucky to condemn the creators' homophobia, how they took their love story ('our fucking life story', he'd say, and he would swear) and twisted it to pursue the ever present heteronormative agenda. Not to mention the disrespect it shows towards everyone involved.

They would announce protests, immediate legal actions, and that all the money they'll get when they win (because they will) would be donated to organizations fighting homophobia.

After questions are over, they would make out before the press, and leave the room to go to Pride and display all the PDAs they can think of to start reclaiming their story.

Their fucking love story.

Stucky pro-cycling!AU in honor of @thewinterwelded birthday because I didn't know I needed this until she started talking about it.

¡¡¡Muchísimas Felicidades!!!

I'm leaving her the chance to write what's happening here (someday, maybe, just if she feels like it), but some of the things I know because she told me:

Ahhhh, just writing all that is giving me FEEELS, thank you so much @thewinterwelded for providing the idea for this and for everything else. Especially for everything else :)

I'm submitting this to @stuckybingo R4061 - N3 Free Square because I really want the sports badge, and I didn't have anything that fit for this. I'm using my wildcard too soon, I know.

Local Men attend their (long overdue) First Pride.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes attend Brooklyn's Pride Parade, and drop by the Brooklyn Community Pride Center to talk about how it feels to attend their first official Pride 90 years after their first kiss.

"Twenty-nine days shy of eighty eight," Rogers says kissing his husband. "But who is counting, right?"

PRESS CONFERENCE: CLOTHES THAT MATTER. NOTES FROM A JOURNALIST. Captain Steve Rogers enters the press room hand in hand with his husband Sergeant James Barnes, both of them sporting their design for the  "Clothes that matter charity collection". 

It's a faded deep green t-shirt inspired by service in WWII.

"When they asked us to think about a piece of clothing that meant something, I immediately thought about the faded shirt Bucky was wearing when I found the 107th captive in Austria, because seeing the fabric rhythmically moving over his chest is burned into my memory. It meant that Bucky was alive."

Captain Rogers is visibly moved, and not letting go of Barnes' hand, who remains silent.

“This design is inspired by love, and relief. By finding your home. And that’s what we hope to bring into the lives of those who buy it, and especially, to the ones that will benefit from its sales.”

Steve Rogers talks about their design addressing the room, but it looks like he's speaking just for his husband's ears. They don't seem to notice that they're in the middle of a press room until Barnes gets close to the mic on the table.

"I suggested blue thighs, but I gave up because Summer is coming up. I just hope this is successful enough for a Winter collection. So, please, buy the hell out of these shirts. It's for a very good cause."

For @stuckybingo B5 "Sharing Clothes"

(I don't even know where this came from, I was tired, and then that shirt Chris was wearing reminded me of Bucky's t-shirt in CAFTA.... and when i manip the texture in, it fit SO WELL.. And here I am.)

I chose to leave the tatttoo because in this universe that is a “till the end of the line” one, just so you know!

Or the one where they’re laying low in the country while they find the right moment for Steve to quietly come-back that’s why Bucky’s using a very realistic prosthetic while they’re outside and not because I don’t have the time to manip the metal arm in.

Or, alternatively,  the one where I managed not to do any sporting wood jokes. Oh, oops.

For @stuckybingo SB045 I2 “Don’t do Anything Stupid until I get back”

I saw this picture in twitter and I couldn’t help myself about this soft ficlet/headcanon

But I don't mind the rain (So strike me once again)

Steve and Bucky are happily walking back home during a cold and rainy November afternoon, it’s already dark and Steve takes his phone out with wet fingers after feeling it vibrate inside his pocket.

It turns out to be just a notification about online banking, but when he looks up from the screen and sees Bucky patiently covering him with their shared umbrella, he takes advantage of the phone and snaps a pic. He can’t (won’t) stop himself, and the flash bursts, covering everything in light for half a moment.

They keep on strolling as they were: hand in hand, Bucky holding the too small umbrella that makes them walk even closer than normal, but still getting their non-bumping shoulders wet as they laugh and talk about everything and nothing all at once.

When they arrive home, Bucky goes to the bathroom to grab some towels, and Steve waits by the door, grabs his phone again, and checks the picture on his phone.

There’s no intentional art on it, the too strong flash creating shadows in Bucky’s face, but it is also the most artistic thing Steve has seen in a long time because it’s Bucky.

Relaxed, all blue eyes and soft lips. Lines stronger than the Brooklyn boy he met so long ago, hinting at the years and the tears that have gone through him. But he’s there. Solid, happy, looking at Steve like he’s the only thing in the world.

He knows he must already be spotting the silliest and most love-struck expression when Bucky makes it even worse coming out from the room vigorously drying his damp hair with a towel, and already in sweats and a frayed T-shirt that once belonged to Steve.

Bucky (all soft clothes and soft face) offers him the towel, and Steve takes it but just to use it as a trap to catch Bucky by the waist and pull him closer, soaking his newly warm clothes with his dripping jacket, and his dry lips with a squishy loving kiss.