jabberwockypie:

capsicle107:

Steggy au + baby names, banter, and revelations 

↳For Atwellling for the starspangledexchange. ilu mara ♥♥♥ 

*SOB* Why aren’t there more stories where Peggy somehow POOF COMICS LOGIC makes it to the future with Steve!? I think I’ve seen one. ONE.

And she’d be there for him (along with Sam) when Winter Soldier Bucky shows up, too.

Come on, it’s not that hard to make up science stuff! Stan Lee did it all the time! All you have to do is like “Howard Stark did sciencey stuff, the end.”

And she could be friends with Natasha and Maria Hill and the other badass ladies of the MCU.

I mean, come on, we all know – and Steve knows – that she could take him, serum or no serum. (It’s one of the things he finds so attractive about Peggy.)

I demand fic. I demand it NOW.

If that fic wasn’t if this is home by Siria, then you need to read that ASAP. It’s my definitive Steve/Peggy.

kath-ballantyne:

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

biochip:

#possibly the worst photoset in existence 

man, all you gotta do is to imagine steve doing all of these post-cap2:

1. pressed shoulder to shoulder with bucky on the couch, watching their old war tapes, ha you looked like such a weiner with your hair like that

2. getting calls from natasha!! all hours of the night and day. steve’ll be jogging or something and his cell will buzz and it’ll be from an unlisted number, hey what is your opinion on [deep philosophical/moral/political issue] and also rhodey wants your rsvp for the batchelor party, he knows you’ve been avoiding him and wants you to know that despite what tony says there’s NOT going to be strippers.

she also gives him rides to and from visiting peggy. on the drives back she plays harry james and lets steve be silent and nostalgic, looking out the window

3. sam loves open-air cafes, loves any excuse to eat outside. every sunday, he and steve will pick a new one to brunch in, obstinately to round out steve’s 21st century culinary education, but mostly so that sam can update his not-so-secret foodie blog. as they sip their coffee after the meal, steve brings out a small sketchpad and draws buildings, people, and a lot of sam’s face as he hunches over his laptop, muttering about the consistency of chocolate mousse.

4. bucky’s crammed into that seat by the window, leaning into steve’s space as he hotly debates the artistic merits of inception versus early hitchcock films with natasha, who’s sitting in the perpendicular seat. it’s dissolved into russian and steve’s worried that they’re either conspiring to kill someone or go halfsies on a wedding present for tony & pepper without cutting steve in like they promised. sam’s hanging onto the rail by steve’s shoulder, scrolling through imgur on this phone. occasionally he’ll shove it in steve’s face and 9/10 times it’ll be a picture of some kid dressed up like captain america. or falcon. steve can’t help but smile, soft and ridiculous, every single time.

(they’re going out drinking, they’re going home to crash, they’re going to kill a man. doesn’t matter. they’re young-ish adults in the city that never sleeps. they’ll figure it out.)

It helps, it really helps

starkiness:

Documenting trips makes them that much richer. I stick in train tickets and business cards from restaurants. It makes the whole experience poetic, describing the sights, smells and sounds around me. It means I can relive the holiday years later.