Bucky Knows What People See When They Look At Him: The Metal Arm, The Distant Stare, The Scars Both Visible

Bucky knows what people see when they look at him: the metal arm, the distant stare, the scars both visible and hidden. Damaged and, obviously, stupid for letting the government stomp all over him, stupid for signing up to get broken in the first place. It has to be that, right? Stupid. That's the only reason why this kid, who picked out a restaurant too fancy for Bucky’s comfort, would sit here and lie his ass off by saying, "I have a stalker," and think he is getting away with it.

[or]

That hooker WinterSpider AU that someone actually asked for. Peter is an escort looking for a driver, and Bucky needs a distraction. It's not what you think. Unless it is. Chapter 3 fills: @pparkerbingo "Sharing Bed" Square

...Regardless, Peter has a soft spot for Tony Stark, who is the greatest being ever lived, saved half the universe, and Peter by extension, more than once, and is waiting here, in Queens, by Peter’s door.

And Peter might be sad and hopeless and should probably tattoo nevergonnahappen over his heart, or better on his ass, as a conversation starter, since it’s all the action he's been and will continue getting from older guys he meets on Grindr about once a quarter. But he isn't impolite or ungrateful for everything Tony’s done or at least tried and offered to do for him after May died, when Peter fucked it up so very bad, with Tony having to unfuck it.

So Peter nudges him aside—drunk or not—and jiggles the key in the stiff lock with a weak "Hey," really wishing for a stiff drink himself if only it worked on him.

[or]

Tony's been dodging Peter for months, only to crash his photo show without warning and ruin his big day. Because... reasons.

For Smell of Childhood by @melitta4ever. I keep coming back to it.

Yup, this is Winterspider. Someone, dear God, please organize a winterspider event, so I don't have to.

Bucky knows what people see when they look at him: the metal arm, the distant stare, the scars both visible and hidden. Damaged and, obviously, stupid for letting the government stomp all over him, stupid for signing up to get broken in the first place. It has to be that, right? Stupid. That's the only reason why this kid, who picked out a restaurant too fancy for Bucky’s comfort, would sit here and lie his ass off by saying, "I have a stalker," and think he is getting away with it.

[or]

That hooker WinterSpider AU that someone actually asked for. Peter is an escort looking for a driver, and Bucky needs a distraction. It's not what you think. Unless it is.

Chapter 2 fills: @pparkerbingo "Sex Work" Square

Tony should be checking out his own wings, but he's too busy gawking at Bucky's. The feathers interlock seamlessly in armor plating, with a liquid smoothness to their movement. The leading edge of each wing looks razor-sharp, tapering into fine, delicate tips. "Holy shit," Tony gapes, and Bucky exhales loudly, the vibranium feathers rippling. It’s mesmerizing. Bucky is… mesmerizing. Can Tony touch them? He really wants to touch them, even though he should be focusing on more pertinent questions. Such as, how are they powered? How much weight can they lift? Can they be used in combat? Or, for instance, what the actual fuck is going on? "Hey," Bucky licks his lips and flutters down, his boots gently touching the floor. "You are glowin’. What the hell, Tony, you are—shiny."

[or]

America Chavez drags Tony and Bucky through the multiverse, and they emerge on the other side with metal wings. Because obviously, that’s exactly what Tony needs on top of his I-pine-after-Bucky-Barnes-with-the-intensity-of-a-thousand-suns problem.

Status: Completed Rating: Explicit

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