witchaj:

captainogers:

steve and bucky at a press conference and steve is using his Captain America A.K.A. Physical Embodiment Of All Things Patriotic voice, talking to press about some serious issue that bucky is way too bored to pay attention to. he sits there with his Scary Super-Soldier Assassin face on (which is basically the most intimidating bitch face you can possibly imagine) and doesn’t strangle anyone or hop out of a window and climb to the roof. but only because steve would most likely give him his Captain America A.K.A. Physical Embodiment Of All Things Patriotic disappointed face, and it’s not like it actually works or anything, but bucky doesn’t want to cause steve any more problems than he already has. he figures he’s already burdened the guy enough to owe him for at least a lifetime.

so bucky sits there and only thinks about escaping to the roof. or acting on other… less pleasant thoughts. and steve pretends to be calm and collected – and bucky knows he’s only pretending because he might have a scrambled mind, but one thing he is absolutely positive of is that steve rogers does not have a calm bone in his body – but then steve reaches down to bucky’s lap where his hand lays still and laces their fingers together. neither of their faces change but warmth blossoms in bucky’s chest. no one else can see. no one knows but him and steve. but it makes the press conference that much more bearable.

now instead of having to focus on not threatening and/or inflicting bodily harm onto anyone, all he has to do is focus on not kissing the Captain America right off of steve’s face in the middle of a so-called serious press conference. he doesn’t know if that’s easier or harder, but it is much more fun to think about, that’s for sure.

he squeezes steve’s hand once and sees steve’s mouth lift for a split second out of the corner of his eyes. steve squeezes back. bucky doesn’t smile back but it’s definitely a close thing.

“Kissing the Captain America right off Steve’s face” is my new favorite description.

copperbadge:

captn-sara-holmes:

Trying to write 27 school reports. I will appreciate motivation in the form of cheerleading, gifs of Hawkeye and ficlets about Cap hating paperwork ❤️

“We never had to do paperwork in the war, you know.” 

Cap’s grumbling, while perhaps justified, was also hilarious; maybe it was just that they’d all been in the conference room for hours, filling out belated after-actions because Hill had finally Had Enough, but something about Steve grumbling that things had been easier In His Day struck Clint as hilarious. 

He tried to stifle a laugh, but it was rough; a second later Steve continued, “Not that we could have if we’d wanted to, it was hard to get a working damn pen what with rationing.”

Clint wheezed,very softly, trying to contain it.

“And DumDum hoarded pencils like they were going to be his postwar pension,” Steve finished, with grim vindictiveness and an extra-hard jot of his pen. 

Clint lost it; first a giggle, then a full-blown laugh, and then Natasha went “ahahaSNORT” and both of them lost it.

By the time Clint was wiping his eyes, the laughing fit over, Steve was looking triumphant; he pointed at Clint and Natasha, then at the clock, looking at Bucky the whole time. Bucky rolled his eyes and waved a hand in some kind of defeat, and Steve stood up, carried his paperwork over to Bucky, and dropped it in a heap in front of him. 

“What was that all about?” Clint managed, as Bucky pulled the paperwork over and Steve walked out the door. 

“We had a bet. If he could get Natasha to snortlaugh in the first four hours he won,” Bucky said. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem,” Clint replied, while Natasha looked annoyed. “Wait, he won you doing all his paperwork? Can we make that bet next time?”

“No, you know all you have to do is shove a pencil up your nose,” Bucky replied. Natasha made a little snorting laugh. “See?”

“Unfair to all concerned,” Clint announced. 

“Joke’s on him, actually,” Bucky said. “In about ten minutes he’ll start feeling bad he saddled me with all this and go buy me one’a them frozen chocolate drinks from the donut place.” 

“Yeah, but you still have to do all his paperwork.”

“Pfft.” Bucky rolled his eyes again. “We never had to do paperwork in the war,” he mimicked Steve. “Of course we had to do paperwork in the war, he just always shoved it off on me and then his super soldier brain wrote it out of existence.”

“Seems unkind to you,” Bruce put in, from behind his own stack of paperwork.

“Well, I didn’t mind it, and it meant it got done,” Bucky said philosophically. “Plus I kept a pen chained to my body at all times so the joke was I was the only literate fella in the 107th. Anyway, I put a bunch of jokes in to keep me entertained.” 

“You put jokes in your World War 2 after-action paperwork?” Clint asked.

“Can you think of a better place?” Bucky asked. “Hey, knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Nazi.”

“Nazi who?”

“Hitler did nazi us coming,” Bucky said, deadpan, and pulled the first sheet of Steve’s paperwork off the pile. With perfect timing, Steve returned.

“I got you one’a them frozen chocolate things from the donut shop,” he announced. 

Natasha snortlaughed so loud it startled Tony, who had been sleeping while pretending to work on a StarkPad. 

onyourleftbooob: