This is that place where I can throw fics that just don't belong anywhere else, or that threw me for a six. Not necessarily just Stucky, these fics don't fit the parameter's of the other categories
Summary: *Trio-ship - Bucky/Nat/Steve “Yeah, I guess we’re lucky,” he said, before sighing. “But what about you, though? I worry about you coming home alone, and having someone there on the bad nights – when we get back like last night – it helps, you know? And Steve, it ain’t like you’re not a catch,” He pointed out and Steve looked up, blue eyes turning stormy as he did and his shoulders slumping in the way they had in that meeting room, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller again. “Buck, I… I just… it’s not something that bothers me,” he said finally, and Bucky couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, because what didn’t bother him exactly? Sex? Surely it was natural to want that? Or; exactly how Steve Rogers comes to understand his own asexuality and to accept it, with a little help from Bucky and Natasha along the way.
Summary: “I just had the best idea I have ever had in my life,” Bucky said, punching straight through a doombot with his metal hand and clutching the napkin with Steve’s phone number in the other. The formerly (somewhat) dark and peaceful corner of Central Park was now lit up with energy beams, flashing robotic lights, and panicked astronomy buffs running for cover. Oh well, it wasn't like they'd been going to see many stars what with all the Christmas shit everywhere. “The bar you are setting for that is not high,” Natasha told him over the coms.
Summary: The office is hosting a Halloween party—something they do every year, nothing new with that—and just like every other year, Bucky had decided that he wasn’t going, long before the official invitations even went out. Except, here he is, very much attending said Halloween party. Bucky doesn't like Halloween costumes, but if it gives him a chance to get closer to the newly employed hottie Steve Rogers, he's willing to put in some serious effort. Little does he know that Steve's version of Trick-or-Treating is about to bring him to his knees in the sweetest of ways.
Summary: "Hey!" Steve laughed. "Are you calling me boring?" "You are spending your Friday night sitting at the bar at someone else's high school reunion," Bucky pointed out. Steve opened his mouth, then closed it with a snap. "I've got no come back for that." Bucky patted his arm. "It's okay. You're here for a good cause."
Summary: Steve's unending faith in his best friend was beginning to look less like hope and more like fantasy. When they'd caught the Soldier – in a fire fight that still gave Sam nightmares – the only thing the man seemed to recall was how to hit exactly where it hurt. Four months later, Barnes still refused to speak English. Refused to heed anything but Steve's voice. So, all in all, it was not a great time for Hydra to attack New York. All in all, Sam really wished they'd just killed him, instead of turning Captain America into a baby.
Summary: “Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent." I saw a tweet about a UFC conference happening in the same hotel as a Shakespeare Conference and then hoped someone else would write a Stucky fic about it, but then I accidentally wrote it myself. I'm not saying who is attending which conference, but I am saying that Steve wears a tweed jacket with elbow patches. May contain: Shakespeare quotes. I don't think there are any triggers, besides like, smuttiness. Wait. Someone gets druuuuunk.
Summary: Steve returns the Infinity Stones, and then he returns to Peggy. He believes that he’s prepared to live out the twentieth century with her as an ordinary civilian, even if the inexorable passage of time finds him increasingly haunted by the ghosts of futures past. It’s everything he’s wished for. Nothing comes without a price.
Summary: An Avengers training mission gone wrong, a HYDRA plot in the midst of SHIELD, and a mysterious prisoner in the basement of an abandoned bank-- and that's just the start of Bucky's day. While the Avengers rush to prevent HYDRA's plans for world domination, Bucky finds himself drawing closer to the stranger he rescued... a man who is almost certainly an agent of HYDRA.
Summary: Steve hasn't had the best of experiences in the bedroom. In fact, they've been pretty fucking awful. So much so that the thought of trying again with anyone, even Bucky, is simply too terrifying to contemplate. Only his fear of what might happen in bed soon begins to affect his relationship outside of it too and, loathed as he is to admit it, Steve can't keep pretending that he's ok. Somehow he's going to have to find a way to face up to his demons, because if he doesn't... Well, he might end up losing Bucky for good.
Summary: *This both is and isn't Shrinkyclinks and Shrunkyclunks at the same time There's no SSR anymore. It's SHIELD, now. The worst part is, it's named after him in some way, Peggy's idea of a memorial to honor his sacrifice. He hates the thought of it, because it makes him feel like a hypocrite. His shield was only ever a prop, not something to base an agency around. But he's been mythologized differently. They give him files to read on this thing that Peggy and Howard built, and his story is a part of it—or anyway, the story that Peggy and Howard chose to tell about him. It shouldn't matter; they thought he was dead. They never thought he would see what they turned him into. *In which Steve and Bucky never met, and Steve was always a USO performer instead of an actual supersoldier. The serum keeps Steve alive in the ice, but he wakes up the size he used to be in the 1930s, albeit healthier. Hydra sends the Soldier to kill Captain America, but somehow the Soldier can't make himself do it. Suddenly Steve is stuck with an assassin who can't quite kill him but refuses to leave him alone and the knowledge that Hydra is still out there somewhere. If you can't beat them, subvert them.
Summary: Steve didn’t know why he did it. Fury would have his neck if he found out anyone else was smoking in his back alley. Patrons were supposed to go out the front. But since his boss was already on his way to vacation in Seattle. Well? The other man was a good six inches taller, and when he leaned in to mooch off Steve’s light, he got a good close look at his face. Handsome, clean-shaven, chiseled features, he made a fine soldier. Steve couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He also couldn’t help but feel a little bit of desire. Setting: 1950s, Alaska, during the Korean Conflict.
Summary: It’s the eyes that bring it back. Gray like every overcast day of Steve’s youth, like the moral compass he carried back then. Like the pavement he can still feel grating at the skin of his knees when he’s lying awake at night thinking of anything but that, anything but him. Memory tangles in a tight-bound knot of busted knuckles and broken windows, and sweltering nights of not-supposed-to. Steve’s first glimpse of heaven, and his first taste of sin all at once, all wrapped up in that stare, in those hands, that mouth. It’s been five years, but that face hasn’t changed. James—Bucky—still looks like every bad decision Steve ever made, and never quite figured out how to regret. -- In which priest-in-training Steve takes up a placement as a prison chaplain, and finds himself confronted with a sinful piece of his past that he still can't bring himself to repent for.
Summary: Bucky sits on the hard wooden bench, back against the cold wall, and stares across the holding cell at the other man. He glares back. Blood on his chin, in his teeth, in his hair; a nasty bruise coming up over the bridge of his nose and around his puffed-up eye. Knuckles split. Sharp chin jutted out at a defiant angle. The collar of his shirt is ripped, and the garment gapes across his clavicle, showing a bruise running up the side of his neck as well. Small, Bucky thinks; all ragged edges and razor-sharp angles. But strong. And pretty. And stupid. *** Bucky and Steve spend one night in a holding cell together. They leave together, too.
Summary: It's a freezing cold night in 1956 and, at 21 years of age, Bucky Barnes has been a promising up-and-comer since leaving college. With friends in the radio business, and one eye on the bustling Boston party scene, a surprise opportunity at a local charity event - hosted by the notorious Mr and Mrs Rogers - changes everything.
Summary: In the summer of ’03, Maria’s kid comes home with a friend. James Barnes is a junior, charming and polite and smiling a grin of perfect teeth. Steve spends the entire drive to Tony’s welcome home dinner listening to Maria not-so-carefully tiptoe around Steve’s extended stay and the unpleasant news of his divorce. Instead of placating Tony with assurances that he’s still more than welcome to spend time with his soon-to-be ex-wife, however, Steve is much too busy trying not to let his eyes linger on their—second—houseguest. It’s been a while since Steve’s let himself look, and Bucky almost seems like a cruel twist of fate. Steve finds himself on the rough side of a midlife crisis when Bucky Barnes waltzes into his life.
Brokenwords, elkleggs, Hark_bananas, kocuria-arts (kocuria), Nospheratt, profoundalpacakitten, ScrambledScript, SmidgenPigeon, ursa
Summary:
“Are the memories good?” he finally asks, though it’s a stupid question. There is no good or bad. There’s only the chair, the cryotube, a host of anonymous technicians, the Asset. “Not… not the ones I can remember. But there are others that I can see the outlines of, like wisps of smoke. Maybe they’re good. They feel good.”
Hydra knows how to get the Asset to do their bidding. When they want a new Captain, a new Steven Grant Rogers from another universe to help grow Hydra's collection of supersoldiers, of course they send the Asset. But little do they know that in any universe, a Bucky will always find a Steve, and a Steve will always protect a Bucky.
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