Halloween All Caps ficlet
Nov. 23rd, 2018 04:51 pmhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/16465622
I didn’t really give this one that much press when I posted it.
Snippet:
Notes:
Based on a Tumblr prompt rolling around that Sam and Bucky would totally troll each other by dressing up as each other for Halloween, complete with cardboard wings and a tin foil arm.
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“Don’t see what’s so special about that fancy, shiny arm of yours, Barnes.”
“Are you really talkin’ shit, Wilson? With your little strap-on wings? Take those away, and what’ve you got?”
Steve watched from the edge of the kitchen door while he mixed himself a glass of chocolate milk. “What’s going on?” he asked Rhodey, who was punching open the tab on a can of Coke.
“Just your boys, enjoying their little pissing contest again. Watch your feet. Don’t step in it.”
“Why is it whenever they do anything ridiculous, they’re ‘my boys?’”
“You brought them here. That makes them your problem.” Rhodey took a generous gulp of his soda, stifled his belch, and reached for a handful of Smartie rolls in the orange, pumpkin-shaped bowl on the table.
“I didn’t technically - Bucky came here on his own!”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit. Okay,” Steve muttered. “You don’t hafta be a jerk about it, pal.”
I didn’t really give this one that much press when I posted it.
Snippet:
Notes:
Based on a Tumblr prompt rolling around that Sam and Bucky would totally troll each other by dressing up as each other for Halloween, complete with cardboard wings and a tin foil arm.
Work Text:
“Don’t see what’s so special about that fancy, shiny arm of yours, Barnes.”
“Are you really talkin’ shit, Wilson? With your little strap-on wings? Take those away, and what’ve you got?”
Steve watched from the edge of the kitchen door while he mixed himself a glass of chocolate milk. “What’s going on?” he asked Rhodey, who was punching open the tab on a can of Coke.
“Just your boys, enjoying their little pissing contest again. Watch your feet. Don’t step in it.”
“Why is it whenever they do anything ridiculous, they’re ‘my boys?’”
“You brought them here. That makes them your problem.” Rhodey took a generous gulp of his soda, stifled his belch, and reached for a handful of Smartie rolls in the orange, pumpkin-shaped bowl on the table.
“I didn’t technically - Bucky came here on his own!”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit. Okay,” Steve muttered. “You don’t hafta be a jerk about it, pal.”