I was thinking about that question Seb got asked at Wizard World about how Bucky was making money in the two years before Civil War no Mackie he was not a dancerand consider this:
Bucky as a cook.
scary-good with knives
never needs an order repeated / never fucks one up
working through his ‘automatic-obedience’ trauma in a low-stakes environment
hidden away from the public / less chance of being spotted
using the supersoldier!stamina to stay on his feet for hours without flagging and the grace to move around the kitchen like a dancer
telling the other staff he has a badly burned arm/hand (which is why he’s shy and has to wear a glove all the time)
picking up red-hot pans/handling hot food without getting burned because he’s using his metal hand
getting the habit of wearing his hair up in a bun (or in a hairnet!!)
learning to enjoy food again
(aka, how he got thicc)
because the Winter Soldier only ever ate to replenish energy or was force-fed through a tube
going to the market for good produce for the restaurant (plums!!)
being an uppity restaurant-patron’s worst nightmare when they make the mistake of asking to see the Chef.
sorry but – Bucky starts watching this guy’s videos on youtube, his face is never shown and Bucky’s sure there’s a little bit of post-production work screwing with his voice but he has great videos – and he’s sure the guy is former army or something, he’s definitely been around, there’s some very distinctive knifework going on – it’s years later when he’s in Portland eating what is the best fucking burger of his life that he realizes who made it and dashes into the kitchen – the chef instantly positions himself between Bucky and his staff, knife at the ready – ‘I am your biggest fan, can I cook with you?’ – Bucky gets tazered by a blonde dropping on him from the ceiling – best burger ever
Shuri’s eyes had a soft look when Bucky made his decision. “Well, better to be safe than sorry, right? I mean, I integrated vibranium blasters into my ceremonial outfit. Sort of on a whim but…” she shrugged. “Came in handy later.”
Bucky couldn’t help but mirror Shuri’s wry smile. “Yeah, guess none of us can really be civilians.”
I drafted this a month ago, but RL intervened. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Happy belated birthday, Bucky!
I desperately want a fic where Steve marries Bucky out of spite.
I don’t care why. Is it because Fox news tells him to come on their channel and speak out again same-sex marriage, and he just shows up dragging Bucky like ‘surprise motherfuckers’
Did he do it because ppl are trying to put Bucky in jail/facilities and telling him he’s not family, he doesn’t get to see him??? And he’s like ‘i’ll SHOW YOU’
Did he and Bucky promise to shack up together if they got out of the war alive and he’s like screw the universe, we’RE FUCKING DOING IT!!
All I want is Steve the ultimate human version of the ‘pick your battles… no that’s too many’ Rogers to bulldoze through any and everything bc he’s gonna marry Bucky!!!! he’s just gonna and you can’t stop him!
And no one except Bucky actually thinks he’s gonna, but Bucky knows that fucker. he sometimes thinks that the only way he ever survived long enough to become Captain America is out of sheer spite at everyone who thought he was better off dead.
I’m sorry, this is the first time in 4 years that I’ve missed making a comic for Bucky’s birthday, but … here’s a Shuri one that features Bucky instead?
So let’s talk about Bucky’s new togs for a moment: Sergeant Barnes’s Commando Kit (the Winter Soldier remix). Same color scheme, same reinforced double-breasted front panel with the styling being a true hybrid. The shoulder accouterments sort of reference the Winter Soldier’s harness, especially if that’s a D-ring on his left shoulder for weight-bearing.
If these are all Bucky’s choices, then they reflect who he thinks he is now: much more Bucky, but not quite rid of the Winter Soldier.
“What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.
“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”
Hey! It’s the year of the dog! Happy New Year everyone!
Here’s our three Caps to help ring in the new year, because they’re such good examples of dogged determination!
(I am not a dog person, so I had to ask my slack friends for suggestions. Then I picked ones whose eyes looked the most like the character. So: a wintery Western Siberian Laika for Bucky, an feisty Irish Terrier for Steve, and a loyal Rhodesian Ridgeback for Sam.)
Steel Phoenix Studios 