That One Time Steve Rogers Snuck Into Peter Quills House

that one time steve rogers snuck into peter quill’s house

#can you hear my heart shattering into a million pieces

Why do I feel like that one scene from The incredibles where fro-zone is running around yelling at his wife asking "where is my super suit" and the whole "I'm your wife I am the greatest good you are ever gonna get" let's be honest that would be Sam and his wife if he would get married

“Hey babe, have you seen my wings?”

“…What wings?”

Sam sighs. “My wings, honey. You know, what helps me fly around and save the day?”

“Oh, uh, I put them away.” You shrug and walk into the kitchen.

Sam’s face falls and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he follows. “Where?”

“Why do you need to know?” You ask, sass dripping from your words as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Steve just called, said he needs me, I need those wings.”

“What you need is to get your ass upstairs and change. We’ve waited two months for this dinner reservation and we are going.”

Sam tries to calm down, feeling frustration bubble inside of him. “Baby, we’re talking about the greater good here…”

“I am your WIFE, I am the greatest good you are ever gonna get!”

Sam’s hands balled into fists. “YOU TELL ME WHERE MY WINGS ARE, WOMAN.”

THE FORMATION WORLD TOUR: LOS ANGELES

Stranger Things is an amazing show. I can’t recommend it enough.

This comic isn’t very spoilery but it won’t make a lot of sense until you’ve watched the show. The entire first season is on Netflix. Go check it out!

Hoping Against Hope [ Bucky Barnes x OC - Reader Insert ] (2/2)

Prompt : Soulmate AU based on This by @let-gavin-free

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x OC

Genre : Angst   |   Warning : mention of torture/blood etc etc

Author’s Note : Ok, i promised it’ll be posted on monday/tuesday but the internet is working soon SURPRISE! I hope you like it :D

Tell me what you think :)

Read Part 1 Here

They tried to track her down once. They forcefully pinned his arm on the table and wrote questions with fine-tip black marker that left a red angry mark for the rest of the day. She never answered and Bucky has never felt more relieved in his life (or the part of like he could remember). That night, he secretly wrote on his left thigh, telling her that he might be gone for a while. She told him she hoped he would be okay, that she cares for him. It was the first night he slept without a single nightmare. He didn’t even mutter a single word when they beat him up the next day. He didn’t even put up a fight when they put him in cryo for a whole month. At least she’s safe, he reminded himself, slowly closing his eyes, bracing himself for the agonizing cold.

* * *

He didn’t remember her at all when he woke up in 2014. Three years in the cryostasis tube and countless wipes to make sure he never remember anything. He blankly stared at his bare left arm, his eyebrows knitted into a confused frown. Something should be there, shouldn’t it? Something… a drawing… a letter… But Alexander Pierce slapped him hard on the face before he could even ask them.

“Do your job, soldier.”

Bucky quietly nodded and walked away from the vault. The mission is more important. He was a weapon. He didn’t have a soulmate. That was what they told him. They said he was a good soldier and Bucky held on to the belief. He was good.

“Kill the man.” He heard Rumlow’s voice from his intercom. Bucky raised his sniper riffle and pulled the trigger. There was a beat of silence before he saw someone running after him.

“Go!” Rumlow snapped when Bucky managed to catch the shield the man threw with his bionic left arm. He swung it back and jumped down the building.

“That was close. Did you get Fury?” Rumlow asked when he got back in the van.

Bucky let out a grunt and nodded his head. He was too distracted by the slight tingling on his right arm to listen to the rest of Rumlow’s rant. The tingling sensation stopped after ten minutes and Bucky let out a silent sigh of relief. I don’t have a soulmate, he reminded himself. Monsters don’t have soulmates.

* * *

But he did. Bucky stared at his right arm, eyes wide in fear. What are they going to do to him if they found out? What about his soulmate? He took out the tiny marker from his pocket and wrote back with scrawly handwriting.

‘who are you?’

The reply came not long after. [Y/N], twenty five, an artist, a woman, and she said she misses him. Bucky staggered back to his single bed. The words on his arm made his head hurt. There was something so familiar yet so foreign about her handwriting and the little drawings next to it. A misspelled hello, bright colored animals that looked more like a blob than an animal, more misspelled words. Bucky let out a shaky breath as he leaned back on the wall, memories of his soulmate started to came back like incoming waves. He reached out for the marker with trembling hand and wrote back to her.

“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry you had to end up with someone like me. I’m sorry I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry, I’m sorry , I’m sorry… Bucky closed his eyes and wiped the tears that fell down his cheeks.

She didn’t reply until an hour later. Bucky was dozing off when he felt it again. He groggily opened his eyes and stared at his arm, watching the colors appeared on his skin. Trees, mountains, clouds, the bright blue sky, all of them painted on his arm with bright colored markers and he found himself unable to hold back the sob. It’s okay. I still care for you. She wrote near his wrist. Bucky spent the rest of the night staring at the beautiful drawing on his arm, the corner of his lips twitched upward as he read the messages she left him.

But he knew all good things must come to an end. So does this beautiful drawing and the beautiful person behind it. Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to scrub it all off, praying no one would come for him and found out about this again. It was harder to remove the mark when he wasn’t the one writing it, he noted, his eyes glaring at his red skin. His heart twisted painfully, knowing what he had to do now.

‘Goodbye.’ He wrote before he rolled off the sleeve and put the marker back into the tiny pocket of his pants. It was better to let her go than to give her hope, he bitterly chuckled. Someone who drew as beautiful as her shouldn’t be with someone like him.

* * *

They wiped him again when he returned from the fight with the Captain. No, he remembered his name… Steve. He was skinny and small, Bucky frowned as they sat him on the chair. He also remembered a train. It was snowing and Bucky felt a dread of panic as flashes of memories started to come back. He looked up when Alexander Pierce walked in. No. They’re going to take it away again.  He said Bucky was a gift to mankind. Bucky didn’t know how he could believe such lies. He was assigned to kill his best friend.

“But I knew him.” Bucky whimpered, still feeling the sting in his cheek from when Pierce slapped him.

“Prep him.” No. Bucky tried to say. But he couldn’t even move his muscle. He was exhausted. There were too many voices in his head now. He didn’t know which one was real and which were not.

“Then wipe him and start over.” Bucky let out a shaky breath as they pushed him back on the chair and strapped him. Steve, my friend. [Y/N], my soulmate. Bucky, my name. He tried to repeat as the machine came to life, trying to hold on to this small memory he remembered. But then the pain came and he started to scream, feeling his memories started to slip away.

* * *

The Captain fell to the Potomac River and Bucky jumped after him, dragging him to the shore, making sure he was still alive before he staggered away with a dislocated shoulder. He ignored the slight tingling sensation on his arm and made his way to the nearest hideout he could find. He was free now and they could never take away his memory again. Bucky. The man called him Bucky, he noted as he leaned back on the ugly and moldy wall of the motel. That was not enough. He knew something was missing. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the headache worsened whenever he tried to force himself to remember. What was it he’s trying to remember? He thought as he took off his tac gear and changed into a red Henley shirt and a pair of jeans he stole from the room next to his.

He let out a loud gasp when he felt it again. The tingling sensation on his right arm and Bucky rolled his sleeve, trying to make out the words that slowly appeared on his skin.

‘Hellow. Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily, Bucky.’

Bucky frowned in confusion. Soulmate? He had a soulmate. Bucky scrambled to the night stand to search for the pen. He shakily wrote back.

‘Who are you?’

He spent another five minutes staring at his arm before the reply came and a single tear escaped from his eyes as he read the familiar words over and over again.

‘I know you.’ He wrote, his eyes unfocused as he waited for her reply.

‘You do :)’ she quickly wrote. His vision was blurred with fresh tears as he watched drawings appeared on his skin. She drew every single thing she has ever drawn him. From the weird stick figures with glittery pen to the scenery of her favorite place. Bucky didn’t know he could still feel this, whatever this slight flutter in his heart that made him feel warm all over despite the cold room was.

* * *

He spent most of his days in the library and the museum. He even bought a set of colorful markers because he knew she’d love it. He’d spend his afternoon trying to draw with his left arm, smile permanently etched on his face when she continued his drawing with hers. His whole arm would be filled with brightly colored drawings by the end of the day and Bucky didn’t have the courage to tell her it was the only thing keeping him sane and feeling more humane.

It was the third month he spent without HYDRA when he spotted a young woman sitting on his usual seat. She had a medium length hair that she quickly tied into a ponytail when she finished setting down her stuff on the table.

“Is it okay if sit here?” She looked up to him. Bucky gave her a brisk nod and took a seat across her, eyes watching her every moves. Is she HYDRA? He began to panic but she took out a set of markers similar instead of a gun and started to draw on her arm.

“My soulmate loves it when I draw for him.” She looked up with a smile. “He said it helps him remember.”  Bucky was about to reply when he felt it again.

Bucky gasped out loud and he pulled up his right sleeve as fast as he possibly could. His eyes widened at the drawings on his arm and he looked up to see her staring at him with equally wide eyes.

“Oh, hello.” She said with a smile that could light up the whole sky.