I Die Now.

I die now.

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

Day 11: Bucky/Tony - Competence kink

To understand what happens, and, most importantly, why it happens, you have to understand that Tony’s not one to toot his own horn. Not too loud, anyway. Not to the extent that he could. Sure, sometimes the horn gets a little toot, but that’s just the way it works. But, ultimately, when you’re him, you don’t have to shout it from the rooftops—people just know. It’s in the air, it crackles, it fucking sizzles, it’s expected. And yeah, maybe that makes him sound like an egotistical bastard, but if the shoe fits, wear the damn thing with rockets strapped to the heels. If anyone’s earned the right to be a cocky asshole, it’s the guy who can whip up nanotechnology between his third coffee and second mental breakdown while telling shareholders to fuck off and enjoy the profits. So, let’s state the fucking obvious for clarity: he has nothing—absolutely nothing—to be self-conscious about.

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Day 2: Bucky/Peter - Glory Hole

And it’s not that Bucky has no right to have hobbies or plans of his own, outside of work. He’s a big boy with big muscles; let him live. But the side-street building is sort of… sketchy as fuck. As in, “you’re about to end up in a bad Netflix docuseries” levels of sketchy. That’s why Peter lingers. No other reason. Zero other reasons, to be precise. Christ. He frowns under his mask, wondering if there’s a new level of pathetic he’s yet to hit or if this is finally the cap.

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Rating: Explicit

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Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF N4 - Identity Porn @pparkerbingo

Winterspider Bingo: SWF B4 - Leather Jacket @winterspider-bingo

Winterspider Bingo: NSWF G1 - Anonymous Sex @winterspider-bingo

The last thing Bucky remembers is the lounge, that mouthwatering scent, and then everything going straight to shit with no pit stops.

He rolls over, coming face to face with a bunch of blankets. They aren’t soft anymore. They aren’t clean. And they sure as hell don’t smell like anything close to heaven now. They reek of sweat, filth, and something vaguely burnt—the fuck? Must’ve been his self-respect torching itself and going up in flames.

His head is pounding, his heart is pounding, his den’s a war zone, the bed broken. His goddamn mattress looks molested. Jesus. What the fuck was that?

In Bucky’s defense, the compound’s a revolving door, and he barely recognizes half the faces most of the time, let alone pays attention to memos that pop up on his phone.

Chapter 2/?

All jokes aside, the cat’s a good thing. Clint has some self-respect left and refuses to pine after a cat guy. “Are you actually being serious right now?” Nat elbows him in the gut as Clint stares at Bucky’s bleeding face, whimpering a little when he just spits out some blood and, with a scowl, waves off the medic who dares to approach him. “Why is this so hot?” Clint fans himself with his own t-shirt, stretching the cotton with each drag, and pines with the intensity and urgency of at least a hundred dying phone batteries.

[or]

Clint has a type. And his type is assholes.

Is it slate? With the outside getting darker and darker, the warm air breezing in, the bracelet wrap looks like midnight remembering something it forgot at twilight. The clasp might as well be a mini solar flare in the dim of the spaceship's cockpit, and Tony tries and fails to recall the last time he bought something that wasn’t a self-indulgent binge that tends to accompany a close call and normally ends up with Peter muttering, “You shouldn't have.” Tony didn’t buy him this. He could have; it’s tasteful, not blinding like some gaudy, gem-encrusted monstrosity. It doesn't scream look at me, I'm worth more than your car. Instead, it whispers, look closer.

[or]

Really, Tony lecturing about the dangers of accepting gifts from power players is a joke so rich it should be taxed. Status: Completed Rating: Explicit Fills: Starker Battleship: Sex Artifact (yuuuup; and lol) @starker-battleship Peter Parker Bingo: SWF B1 Square - Music @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF I1 Square - In Public @pparkerbingo Starker Festivals Summer Bingo: I3 Square - Risky Sex @starkerfestivals