Where one is a farmer (some fics may overlap within other categories)
Summary: “Steve, you don't know a damn thing about that guy. The fact that you're even considering keeping him in your house is crazy.” “I don't care.” Steve glanced over at the stranger, his face softening when he saw him sinking back into the couch cushions and gripping his backpack so tightly. “Sam, the guy looks like no one's been nice to him for years. How am I supposed to be okay with just sending him off somewhere?” Sam sighed heavily and looked heavenward. “I swear to God, if I come by tomorrow and find you dead in your bed, I'm gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you again.” OR – in which former army captain, current farmer Steve Rogers finds a bruised and battered and dirty stranger who remembers nothing and doesn't speak in his barn. He takes him in, despite his friends' advice not to, and helps him recover. It's not easy. Especially not when, along the way, feelings get involved.
Summary: Bucky Barnes was twenty-five years old. He had been a student of something before whatever happened to him, well. Happened. Bucky had lived his first shot at youth with a red, beating heart and the world before his feet until Steve’s own failure on the other side of the planet reduced Bucky and billions of others to lifeless, gray dust. But now—now, after 2023 and weak long-shots and time machines—here Bucky was: still ash in the wind even when he was ten feet away from Steve and made of bleeding, splintered flesh. He was ash reformed as a lonely kid with dirt in his hair and dried blood on his ear, and he was young, and he was devastating, and he was beautiful in a way that burned the tops of Steve’s own lungs. — The AU Farmer Daddy Steve and Bucky story.
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