Celebrate their actual father. Just not the sperm donor.

He’s going getting drunk for Father’s Day.

// a baby!

Same shit. Different days.

I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends. - ᴅᴀʀᴋ/ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs - ʟɪᴛ/ᴅᴇsᴄ - ᴍᴠ/ᴍs - ʙɪ (ɴᴏ ʟᴇᴀɴ) - ᴅᴍs ᴏᴘᴇɴ #ƐηgℓιѕнƜιηтєя

A long stare before he sighs and just turns the bag of snacks towards her. He was used to sharing everything. “Alright.”

“The cupboard is full of snacks. Or is it because I have some?” Moves his finger away and raises an eyebrow.

Placing a finger on her forehead to push her back slightly. “Why is your face so close to mine?”

Rapid blinking. “Hello?”

No thoughts, all vibes.

There was a solid grin on his lips as he went willingly, albeit dragged, with her. It always amused him when she’d drag him. “Yes, such a good little bean. No trouble whatsoever.” He’s chuckling, a slight shake of his head in response.

There was excitement bubbling up inside him at the thought of getting out, of going to do /something/ that wasn’t just rearranging his apartment. “You’re going to get in trouble for this, ya know.”

The smile crept across his lips once more before he’d quickly down the last of his glass. A hand held out to her with a beaming grin on his lips. “Steal me away.”

And the skills she had made her some kinda rogue-esc being. He was in awe sometimes. A sip of the warm amber liquid and he’d lean against the counter opposite her. “No. They won’t let me out to have any fun. How about you?”

It hadn’t taken him long to get used to her just… appearing, like some magician. “Well, you know where the cutlery and food is, so you’re getting there.” A chuckle as he pours them both a decent measure.

Smart isn’t a word many use to describe him. But he’s also fully aware that she knows where he sleeps. There’s a grin at the huff, the bottle placed down on the side as he would begin to uncap the bottle. “Cupboard above the sink for the glasses.”

Honestly? He wouldn’t even try running if she did. He knows she’d get him eventually anyway. A soft forehead bump and then he’s pulling back, going to grab a bottle of scotch he’d had in storage. “Shall we celebrate to being alive?”

He’d never admit that he heard it, not one to give away that he just enjoyed when she was herself. Arms unwinding from around her and then move to rest against her shoulders, a faint squeeze given. “I am alive. As are you. That is all that’s needed.”

There’s a faint pout when she hesitates but it’s gone the second she’s across the space, his arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her just a little off the floor.

The grin just grows brighter and he holds his arms out towards her.

Grinning at ‘lena

📲 [the actual annoyance] I hate your fonts. Also what’s wrong with my current place? Is this because I told you that you can’t use my closet to put your clothes in?

Just slowly leaning backwards over a bench so he can crack his back.

The smile on his lips couldn’t have gotten any bigger but the second her arms wrap around him, he’s cheesing. “I’m glad you’re home. It’s been quiet without you.” A kiss to her nose and then a forehead press.

“That’s my speciality.” He’s chuckling as he wraps her in a tight hug. “God I’ve missed you!”

Looking around. He knows someone is here. And there, in and instant, he’s wrapping @ofsassandarrows.bsky.social up into a tight hug.

Grinning at her.

Yelps but catches her with a chuckle.

Loud, obnoxious, yawning.

Grinning at her.

Winks.

It was a good night had by all and he’s still up.

The best friends.

She was the only person that felt normal. Everyone looked at him weird, either because of who he was, what he was, or where he was from. The side eyes were tiring. He’d pause their walk, turning to look towards her so he can wipe those tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

A memory that haunted him most nights, even now. There’s a faint smile as he feels her head against his arm, as they’d always been. There’s a chuckle at the word slipping into their native tongue. “Do you ever miss home?”

He’s always got her back. Who else knows the trauma she’s been through whilst being at her side too? There’s a chuckle, a faint squeeze of her hand on his arm as they walk. “I can totally hear that every day.”

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There was never anything going on in his head that he wouldn’t have shared out loud with her, though he knew she wouldn’t do it on purpose, he still never hid anything from his sister. “I’ll grab the marshmallows and cream for it too.”

It was usually just old TV reruns going on up there, along with some of their old tricks. Right now, it was switched to whether proper hot chocolate or beer would go well with the food. “I can do that. What do you think is best?”

There’s a faint tilt of his head at the mention of the stew and then he’s nodding, making his way over to her. “You know I wouldn’t mind. I like anything you cook. Need me to go and get bread for it?” Offering her his arm.

Catches the ball as it comes right back at him before pushing himself up to his feet. “Well ya got it now. What’s up?”

Holds his hand up expecting it to come back and then looks up confused. Then he’d look over to Wanda and just stared.

Just lightly bouncing a ball against the side of the building.

“I ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴʟʏ I ᴄᴀɴ. Iᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ I ᴀᴍ.” Dᴀʀᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇs Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ Mɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ Sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴ ♡&↻ #Marvelrp #BlacWidowrp

“Yeah, it’s me. I just don’t… know where we are.” Slowly rubbing at his shoulder.

Shifts his shoulders a little and then looks towards her with a confused look. “Hey.”

Just slowly stretching. It’s a weird place, so new, so different.