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Crewniverse, please let Lars get home safe…
Till the day a ground rescue is impossible without making the accident worse and Bobby has to call in air support so he turns to Buck and says “ 😠I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this cause it’s the safest way to get everyone out😠’ and Buck is just 😁😁 cause Tommy’s coming. I NEED IT!!
Buck on every call from now on: I think we should call in air support.
Bobby (the first time): we don't need air support, we can handle things from the ground, it's fine.
Bobby (after a few times of it happening) Buck I'm not going to call in air support just because you want to see your boyfriend.
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Antfood, Buck, String Theory, and Good Books: Metamorphosis The best commercial I’ve seen in months, with clean narrative and mellifluously slick imagery; high-minded and lowbrow and rollicking like a rum diary. Plus, it’s persuasive too—Antfood, Buck, String Theory, and Good Books have something brilliant here.
"Dashing", my new painting inspired by my relaxing holiday in Vermont, made with Paper on my iPad.
first time suggesting but can you do buck from regretevator?? (trans rights ftw)
Buck says: Trans Rights
Buck Dewey
Well, Now You’re Caught [Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley]
Description: Y/N is a new Paramedic, and she is placed at LAFD's 118. There she meets Evan Buckley and a secret relationship ensues, until it’s not a secret anymore.
Warnings: Should I even put cuss words anymore or should we just expect it from me?
Y/N walked into the One-Eighteen and glanced around. There were quite a few people in the big station. Some were cleaning apparatuses, some were upstairs lounging and eating and some were working out. She looked to see if Hen was there and as if she felt the younger girls presence she descended down the stairs.
"Y/N! You're here!" She exclaims and quickens her pace. When she reaches the girl, she throws her arms around her and brings her in for a hug.
The sudden commotion catches people's attention, specially the group that was working out. Eddie, Chimney and Buck all stopped what they were doing and looked at Hen and the other girl.
"Who's that?" Buck asks the two. Both Eddie and Chimney shrug and return their attention to the girls. "She's cute." He mumbles.
"How's your sister?" Hen asks.
"She's doing great. Jack just turned two months old so he's finally starting to sleep at night." Y/N replies.
"I need to go see them, I haven't seen her since the day after he was born." Hen says.
"I'll show you some pictures later after I get settled." She chuckles. "Is Captain Nash available? I was told to ask for him when I got here."
"He was on the phone, so I can introduce you to everyone and show you around until he's done." Y/N nods and follows Hen as she introduces her to some other firefighters.
She finally makes it around to their group and Hen immediately gives Buck a warning glance.
"Guys, this is Y/N. She's a paramedic and will be working with us for a while. She's my best friends little sister, so be nice." She again, glances at Buck. "Y/N, this is Chimney, Eddie and Evan, also known as Buck." Y/N smiles and shakes everyone's hand. Everyone behaved until she got to Buck, who held onto her hand longer than needed and winked at her.
"It's nice to meet you guys." Y/N says.
"It's really nice to meet you." Buck blurts. Chimney smacks his back and Buck looks at him. "What?"
"Behave."
Then, Captain Nash comes down and says hello before taking her up into his office to fill out paperwork. Buck watches as she walks up the stairs and everyone starts laughing.
"Oh my god, I think this is a new record." Chimney laughs.
"Buck, you just met her." Eddie sighs.
"Listen I know she's attractive but she's a sweet girl and if you hurt her I'll have to hurt you." Hen threatens.
"She's not just attractive, she's absolutely gorgeous." Buck says as he continues to watch her through the glass.
"Oh he's already gone." Chimney starts dying of laughter and eventually pulls Eddie with him and then Hen, reluctantly.
"I bet two months."
"Oh shut up."
§§§
It took three months. Three months of longing glances, heart eyes and constant affection for Buck to ask Y/N out. Their six month relationship had been kept a secret and so far they'd been doing great at hiding it.
For dates, they'd either stay in, or go out of town. Anytime they'd go out with their friends, they'd act normal, not touch each other too much or act "coupley". They'd also stay at each other's house, but they made damn sure either no one would stop by, there wasn't any evidence of the person being there, or they weren't in a compromising position.
Lately though, Buck had been less careful. Honestly, he didn't care anymore. He knew what he wanted, and that was Y/N, for the rest of his life. Sure, he wouldn't tell her that yet, just so she didn't get overwhelmed, but he knew. He knew he was done the second he met her.
Y/N knew she was done too, but she's never been one to easily admit her feelings, and she felt like she might've been moving too fast, developing those feelings already.
Y/N was in the bathroom, just getting out of the shower after a call where a patients carotid artery was cut, so as expected it was a mess. Buck wanted to see his girlfriend, so he walked into the bathroom and stood outside of the shower.
Y/N stepped out in a towel and squealed when she saw Buck standing there.
"Evan, what the hell? You can’t just stand outside of the shower while I’m in here. I could of been naked." She whisper yells.
"It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Multiple times." He smirks and pushes himself off the wall. He stops right in front of her and wraps a arm around her while his other hand goes to cradle her face. "You’re really beautiful." He kisses her forehead.
"I know, you tell me all of the time, just like I tell you you’re handsome all of the time." Y/N smiles.
"You deserve to be told you’re beautiful twenty-four seven, but if I did that you’d deck me."
"I would not deck you Evan." She laughs.
"You don’t like attention all of the time. You’d tell me to stop." Buck looks down at her.
"Yeah I’d probably do that." He kisses her cheek. "We’re going to get caught."
"I don’t care." He kisses her nose.
"Well I don’t either but I’d rather not get caught at work while I’m only in a towel and my underwear."
"We won’t get caught." Then her kisses her lips.
The door opens and Hen stands there with Eddie and Chimney.
"I knew it! You owe me twenty bucks Chim." Eddie exclaims.
"Damnit guys, you couldn’t have waited two more months." Chimney grumbles.
"Well, now you’re caught." Hen says. "What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Buckley?"
Buck turns to look at Y/N and she shrugs.
"I love her. This isn’t one of my short flings. We’ve been dating for six months and I really do love her." Buck explains. Y/N blushes and grabs his hand.
"I love him too. He won’t hurt me, I know he won’t."
Hen sighs and looks at Eddie and Chimney who both have "awe" faces.
"Fine, but you have to tell Bobby. Y/N's like his baby now, so you need to tell him." She tells Buck.
"I will, I promise." Buck replies.
"And I will be telling your sister. That woman needs some entertainment." Hen turns and runs out of the room grabbing for her phone to call her friend.
"Oh god. She’s going to tell my parents." Y/N groans and buries her face into Buck's chest.
"Your parents are sweethearts." Buck giggles. "I’m not scared."
"My mom is but when you met my dad we were just friends, now that he knows you’re my boyfriend he’s going to try and intimidate you."
"Your dad is going to love him." Eddie says.
"Yeah! Your dad is going to love me."
————-Maybe———
Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 1:
“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.
“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.
“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.
“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”
“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.
“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”
“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”
“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.
“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.
“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.
“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.
“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.
“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.
“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.
“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her
“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.
I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.
“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face
“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.
“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.
“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.
“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs
“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.
“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words
“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.
“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”
“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.
“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”
“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.
“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”
“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.
“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.
After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.
“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”
“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”
“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.
I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.
A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.
I hope y’all enjoy.
————-Maybe———-
Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 2:
“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.
“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.
“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”
“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.
“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.
“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.
“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”
“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”
“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.
“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.
“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.
“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?
“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.
“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.
“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”
“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”
We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.
“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?
“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.
“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.
“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.
“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.
“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.
“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.
“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”
“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.
“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.
“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder
“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?
“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave
“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”
“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.
“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”
I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.
“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.
“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.
“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?
“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.
“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.
“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.
“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.
“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.
“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”
“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.
A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️
Buck becomes a girl-dad by the end of the season via the sperm donation. I don’t know how but it’s going to happen. I can feel it in my bones
Smartphone || drabble
Words: 1059
Warnings: none at all
SUMMARY: Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone
Request by: Anonymous
Author: Cass and Beast.
It was a day like many else before. Bucky, sitting on the couch at the Avengers' Tower, was playing with a little object in his hands.
Steve walked to him and looked at lil object. "Is it Stark's phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his stuff." Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.
"Yeaaah, I've heard all this before, pal" Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the screen. "I like to make him mad. Besides. It's only a piece of metal and glass."
"A piece of metal and glass that is really important for him, just like for everyone in these days." Steve only shrugged. "I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or whatever... In our times we didn't have stuff like this." He muttered.
"Heh" Bucky rolled his eyes. "That dude can't spend even 5 minutes without this device. I'm curious what he would do if I would hide it somewhere..." Bucky giggled under his breath. "Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but better."
"One day he will kick you out of here. You are cruel for him. Father's day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words "I love my dad" and you HAD to add "Sorry Tony" using permanent marker." Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. "What are you doing there?" He said and slowly looked at phone.
"Oh, c'mon Stevie!" Bucky poked Steve's leg. "I just wanna see his reaction" brunette got up and looked around. "Maybe here..." he approached the bookshelf and when he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen. "Fuck!"
"Hey, hey!" with flash hand he carefully moved his finger along the screen. "The fuck is that, Steve? I've never seen something like that before.."
"It's just a phone Bucky. I saw how Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do whatever he wants."
"Lemma try this" Bucky, without a blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. "Oh.. How many numbers... Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations" Bucky chuckled darkly.
Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of his head. "Remember that those numbers can be also important for him." He said. "Maybe try to touch the other... lil picture on this phone." Steve said, he couldn't help said he became a bit curious.
Bucky looked at his pal. "Really, man?" he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve's advice and he touched another icon. "Shit, man, I've just started recording... Wait!" Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. "Hi, Tony! Don't worry, your phone is a good hands!" Bucky waved to the camera.
"Just don't kick him out Tony, please. Turn it off back. Now" Steve muttered. "Gimme that." Steve took the phone and returned to the couch. "What else can be here..?" Man said and looked at his friend.
Bucky eagerly followed his friend and jumped on the couch. "Hey, I wanna see too!"
"Stark is gonna kill us pal." Steve smiled softly and opened phone's gallery. "Oh... look at that, photos... and there is our video... shell we look at all photos?"
"Are ya kidding me, Steve?!" Bucky blinked. "Sure! We have to!" Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Steve's shoulders to see phone better.
Steve laughed shortly. "Sooo..." He started look trough photos. "So... there is Pepper... Rhodey in hospital... This new kid, Parker, and of course... photos with many different women... Now you Buck." Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.
"Pepper would be soooo mad" Bucky pretended to be sad. "Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking like a bird." Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark's twitter.
"You aren't good in pretending." Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. "What is it, pal?"
"Once I saw how Stark was.. How he said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing... Or something like that.."
Steve only shook his head. "I think I'm too old for this, Buck."
"Me too... But.." Bucky managed to use the keyboard.
STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO
After writing he presses on the "post it" button. "Done."
Steve laughed. "Soo! What now? Maybe he has some music here? I'm wonder what is he listening to."
Bucky tried to click another icon, but somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. "Fuck me."
Steve blinked. "Yea! I told you." He frowned. "What now?"
"PAAAARKEEEEERRR!" Bucky yelled loudly.
"Really, Buck. What he's gonna do? He is just a kid." Steve muttered looking at his friend.
"PARKER, move your lazy ass here!!!" Bucky yelled again.
"What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or something else what is very evil?!" Peter jumped into room really surprised and confused.
"Catch it, kid!!" Bucky threw crushed phone at Parker's direction.
“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark's phone… What have you done?" He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault." He pointed at Bucky.
"Traitor" Bucky poked Steve's shoulder. "I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this.. So.. None of my fault" he giggled.
"Um..." Peter looked at Bucky even more confused.
Steve sighed deeply. "Bucky, he is just a kid. You can't treat him like this." Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. "Go to your room. I will take care of this.”
Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the room.
~Few hours later~
"My phone... Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into every place where he could possibly left his phone. Kitchen -no. Bathroom - no. living room - no. Bedroom - no. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it for me?" He muttered deeply annoyed. "I can't do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers left something in your office.” Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office. He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note. Tony walked closer and saw that this 'something’ was his phone. Crushed. He looked at the note. "Hey, Tony... Your phone had small accident... Bucky is sorry. - Steve" Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.
"BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY STUFF!"
So is no one going to talk about episode 12 of 911: lone star or are we all just to shocked about the ending. If anyone finds anyone talking about it let me know be I want to see theories about what happened!?!?!?!?!
9-1-1
High achiever, don't you see?
Baby, nothing comes for free
They say I'm a control freak
Driven by a greed to succeed
Nobody can stop me
'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away
It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway
It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide
And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die
us seeing eddie sobbing:
us realizing buck is there too:
THE LOOK OF LOVE WITH BUDDIE
