When any Avenger starts to sniffle Bucky is ON. He makes then wear thick socks and tells them to blow their noses and sets them up with a bowl of hot water with a few drops of eucalyptus oil and a towel to put over their heads while they inhale the steam while he makes his Ma’s chicken soup with extra garlic. He knows this shit.

When any Avenger starts to sniffle Bucky is ON. He makes then wear thick socks and tells them to blow their noses and sets them up with a bowl of hot water with a few drops of eucalyptus oil and a towel to put over their heads while they inhale the steam while he makes his Ma’s chicken soup with extra garlic. He knows this shit.

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redgoldblacksabbath:

ccaptainamerica:

Send a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger

;—- The second Tony’s hand hit his jaw, Steve froze. Not in pain, but in shock. 

"Tony… Wh…"

Tony pushes him back, biting his lip so hard he swears he tastes copper. A strained, bitter laugh rings out.

"Why not, you bastard? I know you want to," he shouts, voice breaking.

Two more hits, one to Cap’s cheekbone and the other to his stomach.

This time Steve pushed Tony back, not hard enough to hurt him, but just enough to hopefully make him stagger.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Tony?" He was making him more confused than irritated, but Steve had a bad feeling those levels would switch.

Blocking his hits, he raised his voice. “I’m not going to hit, you, okay?”

redgoldblacksabbath:

ccaptainamerica:

Send a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger

;—- The second Tony’s hand hit his jaw, Steve froze. Not in pain, but in shock. 

"Tony… Wh…"

Tony shakes, breathing hard. His eyes are glassy with tears.

Another blow, this time to Steve’s chest.

"Don’t just stand there, damnit. Hit me!"

;—-“I… I’m not going to hit you, Stark.”

Steve didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t hit Tony, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

"I’m not."

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WHAT I JUST LITERALLY SQUEALED YOU ARE SO NICE omg. why are u scared i am a potato.

omg no you’re not a potato you’re one of my favorite blogs and ahHH

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LET’S DO A THING

*AWKWARD DANCING*

A THING }}

priceoffreedomxishigh:

Trying to be productive in any manner when you’re waiting for your RP partner to reblog that one thread you’re really into.

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yes-emswan:

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  ❛i was just enjoying my ice cream———
   & you know, i wanted to see you.❜

;—- {Steve blushed, the idea of someone coming specifically to see him on personal terms extravagant to him. He had never had someone close enough- other than Bucky- and it made him happy.}

"Would you like to come in?" 

victorious-asynja:

[ccaptainamerica]

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Well, this was rather uncomfortable. “I do hope that Aesir are still welcome in this realm”

;—- “Of course you are.” 

;—- “What are you doing out here?” Steve murmured, leaning his back against the closed door. “It’s freezing out.”