"Then, Natasha perked. Her idea giving her so much renewed energy that Steve could practically feel it rippling through the air to him. Steve looked over at Natasha and watched as she stubbed out her cigarette on the open windowsill. Excitedly, Natasha stated, 'You should come with me.'
Only it didn't sound like a suggestion, it sounded more like a plea.
'I don't know,' Steve trailed off, taking another bite of the black licorice.
'Steven,' Natasha whined as she dropped down onto her knees and theatrically slid across the bathroom tiles to him. Clasping her hands together and pouting her plump lower lip, Natasha theatrically begged, 'Please? You're my savior! My best friend! My precious rage-filled dumpling!'
Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes, but before he could answer, Natasha continued. Giving Steve the biggest puppy dog eyes that she could conjure, she pleaded, 'Stevie Poo?'
'Okay, fine,' Steve giggled, caving, just like he always did."
-Modern Stucky AU
-Language and other mature content
BOOK ONE OF HOME SERIES
***I don't own Marvel or the characters of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, nor any of the other Marvel characters
***Original artwork created by @Toby_aka_Gabby
NOW A PUBLISHED NOVEL
I walk over behind Steve and T'Challa and peek over their shoulders at the oversized Pez dispenser. Faintly, I can see a man dressed in sterling white clothes. It's a big contrast to the dark brown, shoulder length hair on his head. While his body is blurry behind the foggy glass, I can tell that he's missing his left arm. The metal one. I look at his face curiously and find it to be peaceful. As most everyone's is during sleep. He has a strong jaw covered in dark stubble and uneven lips, the bottom is thicker than the top. Speaking of thick, by the size of the container I can tell he is. At least his arm and legs anyway. A nine point nine. And that's when he's frozen.
"Well. Let's crack this thing open, shall we?"
*I don't own the Avengers, only the characters and situations I create*