Brooklyn Life and Activities of Long Island Society, New York, May 23, 1925
(Steve saw this joke in 1925. He’s been repeating some version of it ever since.
He offers the set-up to Bucky in 2016, a shibboleth that’s a test-but-not-a-test after they let him out of the vise, because he’s ride-or-die on Bucky Barnes no matter what, but nobody else has to do the latter. Bucky gives him the punchline, but it’s the look of disbelieving horror and “You know that joke hasn’t been funny since 1928, right?” that lets him finally exhale for real.)
I love kid!fics, okay. I’ve seen Bucko with Nat as his daughter, and having to take care of baby Stevie, so I figured why not both? This was supposed to be an excuse to practice backgrounds but instead took me months to finish.
i feel like this would inevitably dissolve into preschooler-level giggling fits because (1) steve is extremely ticklish and (2) bucky’s arm inevitably whirrs louder than any noise his mouth is making, which cracks sam up
#steve is just like idgi is this supposed to be sexy?? bc it’s not but it’s hilarious and also bucky needs to wash his hair #sam’s good tho sam you can stay (via
What are they arguing about now? What’s Natasha looking at on her phone? Will Steve ever learn to art of hair braiding? Why are they in their underwear? Why are they in matching underwear?
“You have to be kidding me.” Peggy doesn’t try to hide the sharp disbelief from her voice as she glares at the men who consider themselves her superiors. Honestly she wouldn’t put it past Dooley to go out of his way to make her miserable. Thompson, wearing a smirk on his face, isn’t helping.
“Some of the preliminarily simulations we’ve run suggest you two might be Drift Compatible,” Dooley says. “Will that be a problem, Carter? I thought you wanted to get back in a Jaegar.”
“Yeah, Peg, is there a problem?” The handcuffs rattle as Dottie shifts position, grinning at Peggy.
Peggy looks between her pig-headed chief and the smiling Russian assassin who has tried to kill her more than once. She isn’t sure which sight is more unappealing.
“Sir,” she says to Dooley, “she is a criminal. A known enemy of the country and the Jaegar program.”
“And she just might be the last option we have,” Dooley says flatly.
Thompson’s grin only grows. “What’s the matter, Marge? You don’t think you can handle her?”
Dottie’s smile is wolfish, all sharp teeth and predatory promise. “Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”
In a way, Peggy feels like she should be grateful to be Compatible with Dottie. She might have finally found someone who can keep up.
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