Bucky has wholeheartedly taken to playlists. If he'd been functional during the 80's, he'd have made mix tapes by the dozen. He has songs he likes from each decade from the 40s to the 10s, playlists for artists he especially likes, types of music, like doo wop and glam metal, and mood playlists, including Dance, Sleep, Workout, and Happy.
He likes Taylor Swift.
(Steve, quirking a smile: Really?
Bucky, grabbing his phone back defensively: Yeah, asshole. She can write a hook like nobody's business.)
1. The only hope for me is you--My Chemical Romance
2. Keep yourself alive--Queen
3. Ray of Light--Madonna
4. The boxer--Simon and Garfunkle
5. Lay your hands on me--Peter Gabriel
6. Good vibrations--Beach Boys
7. You don't know how it feels--Tom Petty
8. Boulevard of broken dreams--Green Day
9. I wonder if I care as much--Everly Brothers
10. Hit me with your best shot--Pat Benetar
11. Heart of stone--Rolling Stones
12. Storms--Fleetwood Mac
13. Under Pressure--Queen
14. Welcome to the jungle--Guns n Roses
15. Sophomore slump or comeback of the year--Fallout Boy
16. Joey--Concrete Blonde
17. Party starter--Will Smith
18. Believe--Cher
19. I fall to pieces--Patsy Cline
20. Something just like this--Chainsmokers
21. How you get the girl--Taylor Swift
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This is not the Endgame
FanfictionNot in the AU my other stories are in; events follow Endgame. Basically, I like very little of Endgame. This is a story of what could have happened once the credits rolled. This is mostly told from Bucky's point of view, but the POV does wa...
