Category: crime fighting

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Apparently yesterday was National Barbershop Quartet Day and we all missed it so let’s make up for it by talking about Sam, Steve, Bucky and Nat today.

one of my favorite things about them as a quartet is that there is always at least one of them that is the “are you fucking serious right now?” one. Of these various ranges, my personal favorite is:

Team It Was A Calculated Risk: Steve, Nat, Sam

Team But Boy Are You Bad At Math: Bucky

I cackle literally every time i think about them all talking about decisions they’ve made in the heat of a fight – eg steve’s on va voir, nat vs the chitauri hover motorcycle, sam drop kicking a helicopter – and Bucky’s increasingly appalled face, only to be then confronted by, yeah okay mr. grabbed a motorcycle and headed into oncoming traffic, sure, you get to talk about being bad at math. 

eta; This is mostly hilarious to me because they all think they are the sensible one and not a single one of them actually is.

All of the are SO CONVINCED they’re the only one with a good head on their shoulders and all of them have so many reasons the other three are WRONG and it’s just a constantly shifting ganging-up on whoever thinks they’re above it all and I love them for it.

They’re all convinced that they own the sole brain cell that in reality they swap between them with dizzying speed.

Everyone’s a dumbass with no self-preservation instinct trying to play the inverse of hot potato with a single lick of common sense.

What makes this even more hilarious to me is that their standards for Who Is The Biggest Dumbass are SO SKEWED because of their general hypercompetence.

Like, yeah, literally anyone else in the world who doesn’t superhero professional looks at them and is like, “boy those kids sure do dangerous things all the time” and meanwhile the four of them are roasting each other over silly petty shit they did that doesn’t even rate as The Stupidest Thing They’ve Done This Week.

The stuff that’s actually literally the dumbest- like, say, going up against a supervillain- no one judges on, but not getting backup or wearing a parachute and they’ll remind you forever, Steven.

sa-u-ra:

笑って!

hachinana87:

city boys (2)

Maybe Daily Captain America #947

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Commission for @pooslie!

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hachinana87:

tomorrow!

Maybe Daily Captain America #927

demonsboy:

no background yet but i did remember to give bucky legs so thats a,,,, step up 

demonsboy:

no background yet but i did remember to give bucky legs so thats a,,,, step up 

an exceedingly mutually understood and well coordinated time (7,177 words) by Prim_the_Amazing [AO3]:

Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Telepathic Bond, Alternate Universe – Soulmates, Omega Natasha Romanov, Beta Sam Wilson, Beta Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers
Summary: “What are you two talking about over there,” Steve calls out from the other bed.

“Your dumb ass,” Sam says.

“Bucky Barnes’ true location,” Natasha says.

“Don’t tease him like that,” Sam says.

“I’m going to sleep,” Steve decides.

The Lights Are On (47,605 words) by TetrodotoxinB [AO3]:

Chapters: 11/11
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton, Stephen Strange, Darlene Wilson, Sarah Wilson
Additional Tags: Magic, Magical enthrallment, injuries, Grief/Mourning, Caretaking, Slow-ish burn, Friends to Lovers, Polyamory, Family Feels, Sex, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Dissociation, Panic Attacks, PTSD, But also pottery so it’s really a grab bag, AIDS, the AIDS crisis, LGBT issues
Summary: In a moment, everything changes when Steve’s consciousness is stripped from his body. The team is left to scramble for a cure and care for Steve’s still-living body. But as days turn to weeks, and then to months, Sam and Bucky are forced to confront the reality that hope may be lost. Together they grieve and begin to relearn how to live and even how to love.

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.