Inktober 2018 – Day 9
Sam, Steve, and Bucky from Looks To Save The World In! Or as I like to think of them… Team No Chill. Commission!
What if Steve never got the serum and Tony and Bucky were his sassy, take-no-shit polyamorous girlfriends? (´♡ω♡`)
@chibisquirt: Do you ever do soulmate stuff? How about a soulmate take on Steve/ (somebody of your choice)?
I saw this and had to laugh, because at some point when I opened prompts a year ago, you sent me an All Caps soulmate prompt that I wrote this ficlet for, after first getting an idea for a much less silly fic that wanted to be MUCH LONGER, and guess what one of the many WIPs I’m procrastinating on is? In lieu of a new ficlet, here’s a chunk of that WIP:
Sam didn’t know what the driver was seeing, had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. As soon as he’d lost sight of the man wearing the Captain America costume, doubt had crept in–it was a trick of the light, Sam was coming down off a combat high and his emotions were clouding his judgment, it was a deliberate deception by SHIELD, anything and everything except the man really being Steve Rogers. It couldn’t be real, couldn’t be him. His whole life, Sam had known that his soulmates were dead.
But Sam didn’t jump out of the car. If there was a chance, even just a chance, that Steve Rogers was alive, Sam needed to know.
(continues beyond the cut)
For the ask meme: Sam/Steve/Bucky (ALL CAPS!), #1, please! I loved your a/b/o fic, I can't wait to see what you do with soulmates!
Okay, my first attempt at this slid rapidly into Angst and also wanted to be several thousand words long, so with attempt number 2 I course-corrected all the way into borderline crack. Here’s an alternate take on how the bridge fight might have gone in an ALL CAPS soulmate AU in which Sam Wilson was Done with everything.
The connection snapped into place right as the Winter Soldier ripped the steering wheel out of Sam’s car, and just like that, Sam had two soulmates taking up space in his head.
Even amidst the panic, adrenaline rush, and ridiculously misplaced outrage (he had just paid off his car loan, goddamn assassins smashing up his goddamn windshield and driving up his goddamn insurance premiums), Sam had a little room left over to feel exasperated at the universe’s sense of timing, which was utter shit. He had found his soulmates, whoop-de-fuckin’-do, and thirty seconds later one of them was fighting the other to the death. Because of course they were. Of course Sam couldn’t have a nice, normal soulmate meeting; his had to be full of dramatic white boys and automatic weapons fire.
“Bucky?” Steve had lowered the shield and was giving the Winter Soldier puppy eyes. The serum must have shoved his self-preservation out of the way to make room for all the muscles.
The Winter Soldier–who was Bucky fucking Barnes, fuck Sam’s life–fired at him. Steve barely got the shield back up in time. Sam groaned and started running towards them, praying his scary assassin soulmate wouldn’t kill his giant sitting duck soulmate before he could even introduce himself properly.
When Barnes fired again, Steve yelled through the bond. Bucky, STOP!
Sam leapt over a car trunk added his own mental shout. Stand down, soldier!
Barnes paused, his gun still pointed right at Steve’s face. Sam moved closer, edging around Barnes in a wide circle until he was almost within arm’s reach of Steve.
Then Barnes shifted the gun to point at Sam, and Sam froze with his hands up.
“Bucky,” Steve said desperately, “don’t do this. You know me. Sam’s ours. He’s the one we were waiting for, Bucky, remember?”
Barnes’ eyes darted around wildly, but his aim was perfectly steady. “Who the hell is Bucky?”
Instead of answering verbally, Steve pushed a rush of memories through the bond. Sam winced and instinctively tried to cover his ears. Barnes wound up on his knees with his arms wrapped around his head.
“Who are you?” Barnes said, out loud and through the bond. I can’t–
We’re your soulmates, Sam said.
Barnes looked up, eyes lost and confused, his mind tentatively reaching out, and it was a touching and heartfelt moment until Natasha dropped down behind him and tased him into unconsciousness.
“Natasha,” Steve said, scandalized.
“What? Hydra’s coming, we gotta go, find a car to hotwire and move your ass.” She grabbed Barnes around the middle and sagged under his weight. “Wilson, grab his feet.”
Sam helped the Black Widow haul one of his soulmates into the backseat of an abandoned minivan, where they dropped him onto a pile of dry cleaning and fast food wrappers. Sam collapsed onto the seat behind him and made a conscious effort to look on the bright side. At this year’s Thanksgiving, he was going to absolutely crush the Who Had the Most Interesting First Soulmate Meeting competition.
The boys again for mermay!
Tony is loved ❤
Bucky giving Peggy’s hair some tlc~~
Steve hurry home so you can join lol