bucky wakes up one morning and outside his door is a pineapple. he walks over it and there are more pineapples. pineapples everywhere.
Sorry for taking so long on this but i wanted to give it the thought and time it deserved.
Bucky opens his door. looks down. Picks up the strange fruit with his bionic hand, motors whirring, and runs his thumb over the spikes, the firm green leaves. It is, indeed, a pineapple.
What, though, is a pineapple doing outside his door in Nick Fury’s old space station?
He walks out. More pineapples. He sniffs. The old-cigar reek of the place is overlaid with the acrid, slightly citrus stink of the gently mouldering fruit. He creeps forward, and is rewarded with the oddly satisfying squelch and penetratingly moist feeling of yet more pineapples being crushed underfoot.
This is not a normal awakening. Even in his (admittedly brief) experience of space.
Damn it, didn’t he recruit a sidekick to deal with this kind of thing?
Still nothing. Bucky draws his knife from the back of his pyjama pants and creeps forward to the kitchen. Last night had been a tour de force meal, if he said so himself: Commandos recipe chilli, canned Venusian grypholid noodles for dessert, and he’d even managed to find some of Nick’s old extra-strength coffee for the morning. Daisy had only had to excuse herself to be sick once. Perhaps, once he’d dealt with whatever this was, Bucky would take her for breakfast someplace extra weird.
Pushing open the door, Bucky sees a vista that is entirely spiny, yellow, and organic, save for one lone piece of paper pinned to the highest pineapple.
MORE EARTH FOODS
“I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.”- Catherynne M Valente, Deathless
It is inevitable that Steve’s steps lead him back to here: to this bedside, and her hand like a shrivelled claw on his, pale and dry, cold leather, as if her life is retreating to the centre of her being.
In his other hand is the file.
"You knew." Steve doesn’t look at her. Before, he’d forced himself to. It was kindness, he had thought, to look at the ghost of the woman he knew in the person lying on that bed. He’d never really considered that he might be looking at a stranger. "You knew who he was."
"Oh Steve." Her voice is a long sigh, cracked like an old recording but still the same. It cuts him just as it always did, though now he’s listening for it there’s a hard edge there. "What would I have said? That your best friend didn’t die when you thought he did? That if you were very, very unlucky, you might meet him?"
"Yeah." Steve can feel his jaw tense, and he consciously relaxes it. "Something like that would’ve been good."
The file details it all: the meetings, the failed untangling of a thread that led from the Soviet Union to Britain to across the Atlantic, to the smoking ruin of a car in Malibu.
Is it still a secret, Steve wonders, if everyone but you knows it?
"He tried to kill me no less than three times." It’s like she isn’t talking to him at all. "Once, he came for me in Hyde Park. Placed a bullet right here." One hand taps her shoulder. "No idea who I was, of course, but God, it was like looking at a ghost."
Peggy’s voice fades, becomes distant, as if memory is too great a gulf to be crossed with simple words. Steve knows the bare bones of it- from the file, from Natasha. Flashes, small ones, from Bucky. He dreams of rain, sometimes, and the rattling of trains in dark tunnels. A woman with dark hair and red lips, standing under sodium light.
"People died, you know. Good people, ones I still miss, ones who trusted me, and I could never- ." Peggy’s free hand clenches on the bedspread. "Going after him was like holding water in your hands."
Her eyes fix on him, washed out, pale and lucid.
"My greatest regret is not killing him."
"You should have told me."
"Don’t be so dramatic." Peggy coughs, withdraws her hand from his. "I’ve kept secrets my whole life, Steve. Yours isn’t special. it’s just the one that ended the best."
Steve stands up.
He doesn’t speak. But he leaves the file.
The Film Lover Challenge a.k.a. Couch Potato Challenge. List 15 movies that you love as fast as you can! Then tag 5 humans. Non-humans are okay too. I was tagged by historymiss!
1. The Secret of Nimh
2. Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
3. Star Wars: All of them (but if I had to choose one…Empire?)
5. V for Vendetta
6. Spirited Away
9. The Lion King
10. Captain America: The Winter Soldier
11. Captain America: The First Avenger
13. Tron: Legacy
14. Planes, Trains and Automobiles
15. Moulin Rouge
I really don’t watch a lot of movies, these are faves and ones I just never tire of/always appeal to me. I am too tired to tag LOVE YOU ALL
it's a rainy day here, so: Steve and Bucky, caught in the rain
March in France means rain: endless rain, soaking the sky in blue-grey and dripping from the trees around them in a chorus entirely unlike anything Steve and Bucky have heard before. Both of them are city boys, and the wet, green smell of the forest is rich and unfamiliar.
Steve raises his shield to shelter them both, and Bucky looks up, listening to the drumming of the rain on the metal.
It’s still hard to believe that this is Steve- that this is the same kid who used to shelter under his coat from the grey city rain, and sneeze his way from September to March as the weather got steadily worse and Bucky would pray, harder and louder, for God to spare him just one more winter.
Steve looks down, raindrops fringing his helmet, and smiles, half-embarassed.
"At least I’m useful for this, now, huh?"
Bucky’s wounds ache in a way that has nothing to do with the cold, and he nods, because it’s weird, this new arrangement, and it aches, but Steve’s warmth beside him feels right.
"Gotta be good for something, right?"
just wanted to do something comicbook-y, and there’s nothing better than Skinny!Steve getting to be a hero. Literally nothing.
steve pining :)
It was nothing like this when he fell for Peggy.
That had been like wading into a clear pool, creeping over him inch by inch and he’d been aware of it happening; he’d welcomed it.
This time around, it’s more like being thrown in to the deep end and being dragged under by the current.
One day Tony is just…Tony, and the next Steve is watching the smile crinkle the skin around his eyes, and the winch in Steve’s chest pulls up tight.
After that, every little thing Tony does winds Steve up.
This is so good!
NYCC commission - Starlord
There is a story, told at wintertime, when such things have their season, of a soldier who fell through the skin of the earth and into the twilight kingdom that exists at the roots of the world, down where the dead things live. This was common, in those days, for war had turned the world into an engine for making the dead, and the soldier fell so very, very far.
He even believed himself dead for a while.
That suited the queen of that dark place just fine: crowned with blazing fire, she wrapped her arms around the soldier and kissed the memories of the world above quite away.
And the soldier served the queen, for the world above was concerned with war, while the queen- ah. The queen of that place was a widow, and she wanted only love.
Quick doodle of Director Tony Stark as I don’t draw enough 616 stuff.
Tried to draw him in the awesome Young Justice Animated style for practice.
Ugh, I feel you so much on the Superior Iron Man crap :( The Iron Man series has gotten progressively worse, I can't stand to read it anymore, which is sad, because Tony Stark is my favorite character and honestly an inspiration to me, as an engineer. I wanna see Tony the inventor, Tony the wisecracker, Tony the guy who takes care of his friends. I wanna see Tony build himself from the ground up with his smarts, while helping the little guy, like in Iron Man: Industrial Revolution.
lies face-down on the ground
aMEN TO THIS I MEAN
this is everything okay. we just??? stuff like what you just described is why we got into the tony train????????????? like okay yes i realize he can make shitty controversial decisions this notion has been hammered in our heads for the past what. more than ten years. mORE THAN TEN YEARS marvel yOU MADE YOUR POINT about angsty morally ambiguous heroes now what i’m asking is, underneath all that crap can you please show a glimpse of the guy that was so distressed when his armor became sentient that his chosen course of action is to try to teach it to be human. can we please talk about the tony stark that was honest to god engaged in charity work and the tony stark who will let little girls fall asleep on his lap and the tony stark whose first ever armor-redesign happened because he didn’t want to scare people with his armor and the tony stark whocares to ask the name of the cleaning staff at stark industries and the tony stark who will build a business out of nothing using local workforce because people in this neighborhood need good jobs and the tony stark who will take none of his company’s profit for himself and will invest everything into the maria stark foundation i mean HAS THE MARIA STARK FOUNDATION EVEN BEEN MENTIONED OVER THE PAST LIKE ALMOST 15 YEARS
oh my god i miss tony stark
No-one promised you that after all this time, you would still love him: it simply happened, as if the intervening years were just a space between breaths.
You find him first, because you know him. Because you’ve always been drawn to the edges of things, and nothing is more raw and bleeding than Soldier-Bucky-James, this man made of memory, steel and smoke.
You remember him. Of course you do. As you watch, you know that he’s moving to de-emphasize the arm (always ashamed of it, even as the Soldier. Always turning, oh so slightly, to favour the left). You see the way he twitches his hair out of his eyes with a quick and nervous hand. He’s all edge, his nerves close to the skin. You know the pattern his unease will take.
You’ve soothed it often enough.
How could you have forgotten him?
You sit down, opposite, and watch as his eyes flicker towards you, the juddering blue of a faulty screen.
"I know you."
It seems he hasn’t forgotten you, either. You smile, because you smile when you’re about to hurt people.
"I know. We were young together."
AAAA I’m so sorry I’m posting this late, (didn’t have access to a scanner) but here’s my entry for #projecthappystark!
My assignment is Ults/Earth-1610 Tony Stark, aka Antonio Stark. I’ve always loved his relationship with little Anthony aka the manifestation of his brain tumor (for reals because Ultimates). Everybody should read Ultimates for these two even if that means you have to read Ultimates.
Ink & watercolor pencils on A4 paper with digital editing. The armor totally ripped off Bryan Hitch’s Ultimates Vol 1.
My art piece for Project Happy Stark!
I had Iron Man volume 3, so naturally, I had to add Ru in there, because that was when Tony was at his happiest~
I was trying to go for a comic-y look, but I don’t think I managed to get it xD Looks like I need to practice more. : )