What the ever loving fuck?!

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that-guy-with-the-mouth:

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Bucky sighed in mild objection, but let the matter drop. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight over.

The flight was uneventful, besides a few sidelong glances in Wade’s direction at his scars, despite that they were much, much better than…

Wade was tossing something from his pockets to seagulls. Were those cat treats? Either way, he was being swarmed and taking pictures and happy as a lark. “This was the best freaking idea! Bucky, you are a genius!”

He laughed. “Babe, if you keep that up, they won’t leave us alone all week. The birds can fend for themselves, I don’t want them following us to our cabana.” He chided lightheartedly.

Their private cabana was an airy little hut that was half bedroom, half luxurious bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette and fridge tucked into a corner. The bed was massive, the bathroom all bright porcelain and a huge inset tub and shower.

Wade went right for the bed, stretching out across it. “This is the life, Buck… can we just stay here forever? Can we live here? …. I’m rich, we could so live here.”

He chuckled at Wade flopped onto the bed. “If we stayed all the time, it would lose its charm. But I agree that we should come here maybe once a year in the winter to just get away. Would you really want to get rid of our nice little apartment in that crappy neighborhood?”

It wasn’t very nice, but it was the truth. They had made the place a home, but it was still in kind of a slummy neighborhood.

He thought about it. “You know, any other time I wouldn’t said no. But, I mean… Maybe. As long as it’s us two, we can have a home anywhere. We could find somewhere better. He rolled onto his side to look at him. “Would you want to move? If we could?”

He considered for a moment. “Maybe. It’s not like it’s something we have to decide right NOW. Vacation now. Life changes later.” He stated with a grin as he flopped onto the bed next to Wade. He winced the tiniest bit, still a touch sore from what they’d done that morning.

Wade wiggled his way closer and snuggled into him. “Alright. It can wait.” He didn’t really wanna wait, though. If they went back, he wouldn’t want to leave. But out here, where things were better and his head was clear… well, clearer…

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that-guy-with-the-mouth:

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Bucky sighed in mild objection, but let the matter drop. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight over.

The flight was uneventful, besides a few sidelong glances in Wade’s direction at his scars, despite that they were much, much better than…

Wade was tossing something from his pockets to seagulls. Were those cat treats? Either way, he was being swarmed and taking pictures and happy as a lark. “This was the best freaking idea! Bucky, you are a genius!”

He laughed. “Babe, if you keep that up, they won’t leave us alone all week. The birds can fend for themselves, I don’t want them following us to our cabana.” He chided lightheartedly.

Their private cabana was an airy little hut that was half bedroom, half luxurious bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette and fridge tucked into a corner. The bed was massive, the bathroom all bright porcelain and a huge inset tub and shower.

Wade went right for the bed, stretching out across it. “This is the life, Buck… can we just stay here forever? Can we live here? …. I’m rich, we could so live here.”

He chuckled at Wade flopped onto the bed. “If we stayed all the time, it would lose its charm. But I agree that we should come here maybe once a year in the winter to just get away. Would you really want to get rid of our nice little apartment in that crappy neighborhood?”

It wasn’t very nice, but it was the truth. They had made the place a home, but it was still in kind of a slummy neighborhood.

He thought about it. “You know, any other time I wouldn’t said no. But, I mean… Maybe. As long as it’s us two, we can have a home anywhere. We could find somewhere better. He rolled onto his side to look at him. “Would you want to move? If we could?”

barnvs:

therealallecto:

Do you think Steve will ever forgive himself for the fact that when he was the one falling, Bucky jumped?

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that-guy-with-the-mouth:

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Bucky sighed in mild objection, but let the matter drop. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight over.

The flight was uneventful, besides a few sidelong glances in Wade’s direction at his scars, despite that they were much, much better than…

Wade was tossing something from his pockets to seagulls. Were those cat treats? Either way, he was being swarmed and taking pictures and happy as a lark. “This was the best freaking idea! Bucky, you are a genius!”

He laughed. “Babe, if you keep that up, they won’t leave us alone all week. The birds can fend for themselves, I don’t want them following us to our cabana.” He chided lightheartedly.

Their private cabana was an airy little hut that was half bedroom, half luxurious bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette and fridge tucked into a corner. The bed was massive, the bathroom all bright porcelain and a huge inset tub and shower.

Wade went right for the bed, stretching out across it. “This is the life, Buck… can we just stay here forever? Can we live here? …. I’m rich, we could so live here.”

alexielthegreat:

moi-et-la-solitaire:

THIS IS IMPORTANT!

Yesterday, I went to Disneyland. Apparently, at their Innovations building, there is a HUGE Avengers exhibit, complete with appearances by Captain America and Thor. Naturally, I ran screaming into said building, camera at the ready. After falling on the ground in front of the array of Iron Man suits and bursting into tears at the Steve Rogers exhibit (exactly like the Smithsonian one in TWS) I got in line to meet the Star-Spangled Man. (The workers were all awesome, they loved that I was such a nerd and so unbelievably excited to meet the Captain.)

My purse has a large Doctor Who pin on it, (not pictured) and the camera man for Steve pointed at it, looked at Cap, and was like “Look at this, it says something about she’s a Doctor?” and Cap points at it and goes "Oh, that looks like a blue police box!" so I said, (I was speechless guys I literally am such a dweeb) "It is." and he said "When I was in England doing an Op in 1942, I was stuck in a burning building and a man named John Smith pulled me out of the building, and then ran into a blue police box just like that and disappeared. Do you know if this has anything to do with that?" 

I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I SAID IN RESPONSE. YOU GUYS. THE CAPTAIN AMERICA AT DISNEYLAND WATCHES DOCTOR WHO. HARDCORE REFERENCED DOCTOR WHO. KNEW ABOUT THE WHOLE JOHN SMITH ALIAS THING. CAPTAIN AMERICA WATCHES DOCTOR WHO. I AM IN TEARS REMEMBERING ALL OF THIS. 

anyways, we took pictures, i cried when i walked out, thought you all ought to know. the end. 

This dude knows his stuff.  He’s the same Cap that I saw during my bachelorette party.  When I gave him a drawing as a gift for his upcoming July 4th ‘birthday’, I mentioned I thought he would appreciate it because I knew he had gone to art school before the war.  He GRINNED so big and said "Wow, no one ever remembers that!"  

He also made me punch his shield because I had my Winter Soldier jacket on.  

Disney, KEEP HIM, HE’S PERFECT 

petermaximoff:

chujo-hime:

I don’t know why this is making me laugh so hard

#PARKOUR

that-guy-with-the-mouth:

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Bucky sighed in mild objection, but let the matter drop. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight over.

The flight was uneventful, besides a few sidelong glances in Wade’s direction at his scars, despite that they were much, much better than…

Wade was tossing something from his pockets to seagulls. Were those cat treats? Either way, he was being swarmed and taking pictures and happy as a lark. “This was the best freaking idea! Bucky, you are a genius!”

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" Alright, then! Let’s go!" He single handedly got the bags as long as Bucky held the doors for him.

It was an uneventful ride to the airport. They WERE going through regular security, but not far into the line, a man in a dark suit pulled the two of them aside and put them through express, waving a badge and some paperwork in front of the men at their checking stations. Apparently, Steve had gone above and beyond to help them go on vacation.

Wade made a mental note to do whatever he could to kiss Steve’s ass when they got back. It was the easiest he had ever gotten through airport security. Ever. Promoting him to give their escort an awkward hug before they boarded, lifting his id and badge hopefully undetected.

They didn’t make it more than a dozen steps before Bucky pulled Wade close to whisper in his ear. “Waaaade… WHY did you take his badge and ID? That’s really impolite after he helped us out.” He chided.

"I’ll send them back to him. But I wanna get copies made in case I need them for something. I don’t have avenger friends "

Bucky sighed in mild objection, but let the matter drop. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight over.

The flight was uneventful, besides a few sidelong glances in Wade’s direction at his scars, despite that they were much, much better than they used to be. They landed and got a rental car no problem, Bucky practically bubbling with happiness at the blissfully warm Florida weather.

Wade just wanted to look at everything, being very touristy. He let Bucky drive so he could take pictures and lots of ‘we’re in Florida’ selfies. All problems forgotten, he was his happy go lucky usual self times two.