captainsavage42:

tygermama:

amarriageoftrueminds:

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 dancer and 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

@wormdelivre

copperbadge:

sci-fantasy:

copperbadge:

sanerontheinside:

fireandwonder:

Somewhere in the Leverage universe, there is a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that a certain minor league baseball player, a Canadian hockey player, and an American country music singer are all the same person. They have a file with various news printouts, and keep trying to upload them to a website, but every time they do, the site mysteriously crashes, threads go missing on discussion boards, and all electronic records of this man have simply vanished.

Three years later a man comes to Portland and settles down in this brewery, cuz somebody said it wasn’t a half-bad place to get food. And then he sees the chef. 

Turns out he’s a half-decent researcher and very good at finding people who desperately need help, and he eventually gets hired as a “marketing associate” for the pub.

The order’s wrong. He gets a job offer from Leverage International, that’s why he goes to Portland in the first place.

He doesn’t understand why they picked a brewpub for the interview (and what the hell is up with the house beer? Weird name, weirder flavor, but the server just smiles and says it’s an acquired taste and he may want to start acquiring it…), until the chef is his second interview of three.

“I wasn’t even looking for a job,” Bobby said, checking to make sure his charging cords were all secure in the flap of the laptop carry-on case as they pulled up to the airport drop-off zone. “I’m still not sure it’s not a scam.”

“Lot of effort to go to for a scam,” his sister pointed out, deftly flinging the car across three lanes to try and get a good spot at the curb. 

“I mean I guess even if it is a scam they paid for my flight out to Portland. I hear it’s a nice town.”

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