A collection of comedy fiction. This is not a category, as each fic has criteria to meet before being included in this featured collection
Summary: Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!” “If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”
Summary: “MARRIED?” “Basically married. Permanently engaged anyway. Weres have their own deal.” Natasha sounds much, much too gleeful about Steve’s rapidly expanding personal hell. “So you better wake your blushing bride and tell him the happy news: that it was an accident and you had no idea what you were doing.” “I,” Steve says, strangled. “I can’t do that!” “You can’t?” “He thought I was proposing! And he accepted!” “Wow, maybe he’s just as dumb as you are,” Natasha says thoughtfully. “I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”
Summary:Bucky just really wanted some candy - NOT to be mauled by a boobytrapped vending machine in the middle of the night...
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Bucky tries and fails repeatedly to pick up his new neighbor, Steve Rogers. Steve is just worried his neighbor might be brain damaged. Thankfully, his team steps in to help him out when he presents them with his findings.
Summary:In which Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is tired, hungry and completely failing at not sticking it in the crazy. Also there’s a war going on or something.aka world war threesome. Fear these queers.
*Abandoned
Summary:The thing of it is, when everything goes to shit Bucky isn’t even trying.
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Bucky gives brand new meaning to the term 'junk in the trunk.'
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This is how Steve met Bucky, married him 99 times, met Elvis Presley, married him again (Bucky, not Elvis), and kissed him for the first time.
In that order.
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“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.
“What,” Natasha said.
“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.
“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.
Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.
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