pumpkin spice candles soon
pumpkin lattes soon
Steve’s entire life has been a lesson in unfairness. From the childhood rheumatic fever that kept him bed-ridden an entire summer, to the growth spurts that never came while bullies towered over him, to standing beside an open grave in a too-small suit, watching a shovelful of dirt rain down on his mother’s casket.
The one saving grace in his life has been Bucky. He stuck to Steve’s side that awful summer, coaxing out reluctant laughter that would inevitably turn into a racking cough that Steve always tried (and failed) to hide behind a stoic face. Bucky was always there whenever Steve found himself in a tight place, like he had some sort of sixth sense that Steve was about to be pummeled (though Steve would always protest that he had ‘em on the ropes). And at the funeral, Bucky stood beside him, tall and broad-shouldered and solid, a grounding force when it felt like the floor had fallen out beneath his feet.
He’d tried to brush Bucky off afterwards, insisting that he could get by on his own, but of course Bucky saw right through Steve’s tough guy act.
“The thing is, you don’t have to. I’m with you until the end of the line, pal.”
Steve’s glad for it now, because the only thing easing the rattling in his lungs, the only thing distracting him from the way he can’t gulp down enough oxygen as an asthma attack squeezes his chest, is the reassuring hand Bucky is rubbing up and down his back.
i need more of natasha romanoff being brusque and unexpected when demonstrating physical affection to her loved ones (like a cat):
steve sits down on the couch with a beer and a bowl of pretzels and the next second natasha’s on his lap, drinking his beer and feeding him pretzels and steve can’t complain, he guesses, until she changes his nature documentary (steve loves nature documentaries ;____;) to one of those horrible Syfy Originals movies because why watch shark week when you can watch sharknado?? clearly.
bucky’s standing in the kitchen, sliding cucumbers, his arm a whirr of motion when natasha just sidles up and delicately runs her nose against the curve of his jaw and presses a tiny kiss to his chin and disappears before he even has the time to drop his knife and turn around
sam’s talking to someone, he’s always talking to someone when natasha sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist and starts petting his abs and chest. sam of course doesn’t mind, he flexes for her and laughs, “you make me feel like a piece of meat”. “steak.” natasha says, and playfully bites his neck.
she and clint pickpocket from eachother just super casually?? like, clint just keeps things in his pocket for her like those orange tictacs she loves but’ll never buy herself and silly caricatures he draws of their teammates (the one of tony was amazing and priceless and natasha still has it). and natasha’ll carry stray bandages for when clint does little stupid things and airplane bottles of liquor for when he does big stupid things and they just brush past each other and take what they need and sometimes there’s groping.
natasha being the biggest moocher on the planet. she’ll steal your fries and a sip of your beer and demand you try her pasta and feed you bites of gelato from her spoon