Tag: peggy carter

bvchanant:

Imagine a polyamorous Steve, Peggy, and Bucky tho

Bucky comes back to Steve after weeks of captivity and torture and the first time he sees Steve look at Peggy he thinks to himself it’s done it’s fucking done you’re gone

One night he pushes himself to go to Steve’s tent to clear the air (I’ve been gone, I understand, I’m happy for you and Peggy, I’m not—) when he finds Peggy and Steve already there, poring over a copy of a map spread out on his table, exchanging possible troop movements and counter movements. Bucky raises a hand in apology and starts retreating back out, when Steve reaches for the neck of his shirt and kisses him brave and brazen and open-mouthed and embraces him with a ferocity he could not show anywhere else. Bucky’s still slightly reeling when Steve pulls away and Peggy places a hand on Steve’s back, bidding him goodnight with a kiss. 

“I’ll see you both in the morning,"she says gently, and Bucky sputters, "Wait, are you—”

And Peggy just smiles at Bucky just as Steve does.

“We’re at war, Sergeant. If we’re going to die, we’re gonna do so knowing we received all the love we can get.”

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:

bewaretheides315:

lukystars:

bluberryjelly:

starkednlokid:

 

Admit it we were all a little bummed out that the old lady didn’t actually all that badass fighting in this scene

I WAS DEVASTATED

Agreed

#literally everyone in the theatre gasped when this lady started fucking shit up#mouths dropped gasps were heard#and then there was a sort of ‘oh’ that dropped over the crowd#we’re ready for it marvel#we’re ready for a squad of old ladies kicking butt#give it to us (stuffimgogingtohellfor)

I choose to believe that before the Alzheimer’s really set in Peggy and a bunch of the other retired ladies of SHIELD used to tell their families they were going out for bingo nights and then drive into the roughest parts of the city to bring some sweet vigilante justice. Nobody ever heard about it because none of the criminals were ever willing to admit they got their asses kicked by a bunch of grandmas, but there was a sudden drop in crimes against the elderly in DC. 

 It got better

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