The Kids Alright.

Summary: Is sassy part of the job description for super, not so hero, superheroes?

Pairing: Avengers x reader

A small part of you understood that you were supposed to be taking this seriously; that technically, you were being charged for all your crimes but the judge was a boring ass piece of white bread, fully untoasted, and you were bored. Perhaps that’s what drew your attention to the Avengers who’d taken up the last few rows of the courtroom. Which was surprising because last time you checked, there was only six but they looked like they had multiplied by four since then. Eh, it didn’t matter but you were curious as to why they were there - at the trial for little ol’ you - when normally they stopped the bad guy then that was that.

You liked to think it was your charming personality as you went blow to blow with Tony Stark til he brought you down with a cheap shot to the back of the knee but some part of you highly doubted it. It could just be morbid curiosity. And technically, you weren’t a villain so much as an on the other side of the law vigilante. If the Avengers weren’t going to take down petty criminals, then you’d do it yourself in tight spandex and with a whole lotta sass. Perhaps stopping them with tasers and swords was overdoing it but you were nothing if not dramatic.

“As far as I can tell,” The Judge’s words were now being directed at you,” You have done nothing but disgrace all the good our law enforcement and the Avengers have been doing by running around in a suit and calling yourself a hero all while causing mental and physical harm. You should be ashamed. Have you anything to say for yourself?”

“Don’t.” Matt Murdoch was a wonderful lawyer but nothing could stop you once that smirk tilted your lips. “Please. Do not.”

“Well, since you asked.” You threw your legs up on top of the table, crossing them at the ankles as you picked up a pen to twirl. “First of all, Take a fucking chill pill, your honour.” A resounding gasp spread throughout the room as you glanced over your shoulders at the Avengers, giving them a megawatt smile because if they’d come for a show, you sure as shit weren't gonna disappoint.

“Second of all, I never called myself a hero or anything really. I saw trouble, I stopped it. You’re welcome. Third, if I caused anyone physical or mental harm then they can suck it cause they probably deserved it to be honest. Okay, except the dude who’s penis I cut off. That was an accident but he ran at me so am I really to blame here? And weren’t they able to reattach it? Eh, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, number four.” Your pen froze in motion, all emotion devoid from your face as you held the judge’s glare. “I know what I’ve done, and I regret absolutely nothing because innocent people were getting hurt and no one was doing a thing about it. I did what I had to do, I’d do it again and don’t you dare insinuate that I should be ashamed of what I’ve done when it’s people like you who get to sit there, telling us what what horrible people we are when the hardest thing you’ve had to deal with is getting your ass handed to you by me, your fucking honour.”

The courtroom was silent, hatred on the judges face but you didn’t care. You were going to jail but certainly not without saying what you needed to get off your chest.

“Well then, you’ve left me no choice -“

“Actually,” Tony Stark’s voice cut through the room as he stood, redoing the button on his fancy suit jacket as he stalked up the middle walkway. “As enjoyable and entertaining this has been, and trust me it truly has, I think it’s our time to shine.” The rest of the Avengers stood, moving to surround your table and to say you were unnerved was an understatement, especially when the good Captain put his meaty ass hand on you shoulder. He was hot, you weren’t complaining but what the fuck dude?

Tony Stark handed over a envelope, the judge opening it with a confused look until reading what was inside. Rage overtook his face.

“Absolutely not, you have to be kidding me!”

“I’m sorry, where in that did it say this was all a big fat joke? Did I miss something?” Stark had to share some form of your DNA. He was too sassy not to. The judge sighed, finally looking at you and giving you the answer to all your questions. Or at least one of them.

“I hereby pardon you on all charges, at the request of the US government.” He slammed down his gavel but no one made a move.

“Uh, what in the ever loving hap is fuckening?” You demanded.

“Oh right,” Tony Stark strutted over to you, smile almost too wide as he slid his shades back over his eyes. “Welcome to the Avengers kid.”

—

BONUS

“Hey kid,” Stark questioned after finishing off some legal paperwork and wrangling you into his limo with Mr. Apple Pie and his buddy Tall, Dark, and Murdery. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

“Have you ever heard of the best assassin to ever live?” They jumped as the driver spoke up and you couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s reflection in the mirror.

“Uh, who are you?” Stark demanded despite all of them being taken off guard by your nonchalance. His Ironman glove covered his hand, the repulser inside it charging up.

“The name’s Wade, but you can call me anytime.”

Masterlist.

Protect Me.

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader

“Okay Parker, guess what time it is.” You shoved his hands away from your bruised face, letting your fingers lace with his. “It’s calm down time. It's no big deal, just a couple scratches.”

“Couple of scratches? Babe, the cat dude practically ripped you to shreds.” He fretted, pulling his hands free to wipe the blood off one of the shallow scratches. His tongue was poking between fret bitten lips, his eyes crunched in concern and you couldn’t help but reach up to smooth out the crinkle between his eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.” You kept your voice soft as his eyes snapped up to meet yours, finally revealing the guilt hidden behind those puppy dog eyes. “Pete,” You smiled sadly at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have let this happen, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near that fight.”

“Yeah, and you were going to stop me?” You laughed, despite it not being a humorous situation. “I chose to go, to be a part of this. You would have had to knock me out to get me to stay.” He didn’t have anything he could say because there is no way he’d physically knock you out. And no way would he try to make you do something you didn’t want - and he wasn’t stupid enough to think that he could make you change your mind.

“But I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt, not for something as stupid as this fight between Steve and Tony.”

“I got hurt protecting Bucky from a psycho cat burglar guy, not for tony and Steve’s measuring contest so if we’re done with this deep conversation then I would really like to go sit out on the roof and be all couple goals and tumblr, okay?” He rolled his eyes but let it go, knowing you weren’t one to stay in a deep conversation for too long. It made you anxious.

“Alright, but put a hoodie on.” He stood up to slide on his own, but you grabbed his hand and he turned back to you in confusion.

“I love you too, Mr. Overprotective.”

Pay For It.

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Female Reader

He was a hardass. Steve was as stubborn as a mule but you were not budging on this.

“Give it up Rogers,” You arched your eyebrow, leaning back in your chair as you folded your arms over your chest. “You aren’t winning this fight.”

“Darlin’, please. I thought free food was at the top of the list of things you like?”

“Yeah, at Stark’s parties and fancy shindigs where caviar is an appetizer but not when my boyfriend is being an idiot and using his age as a reason to always pay for me.” You slid his debit card back to him, slipping yours into the little black book and smiling when he resigned with a sigh. He was letting you win.

“Fine, but I’m paying for the movie.”

“No. It was my idea to go on this date. You know what that means?” You had to smile a little at his slightly irritated look. “I’m paying.”

It’s a Love-Hate thing.

Pairing: Tony/Reader

She had hated the arrogant bastard since the day she met him. Tony Stark was everything she hated, and apparently he hated her too. She had received nothing except snark from the man since she’d met him. Which is what led to the relationship they have now - nonexistent unless necessary and then argumentative.

“We should go in from the East side, there is less agents out there and it’s be easier to have one person go in and let the others join from other points.” Steve had to agree with her, that seemed the most logical.

“Alright, let me go fill in the rest of the team.” Steve was out of the room before she could beg him not to leave her alone with him.

“You know, the back way would be a better plan so we could all go in as a team. instead of hoping the one person we send in doesn’t get killed.” Tony had to butt in. As usual.

“Or they’d be waiting for us, ready to kick our asses in one go. You don’t have to be the one person Tony, I can do it.” “Like hell you can.” He scoffed, folding his arms as he stared her down.

“Excuse me?” She stepped back, offense flowing through her veins as she took a step back. “I am more than capable of handing myself. I have saved your ass more than a few times.”

“Relax.” Oh yeah, that calmed her down. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know that.”

“Do I?” She muttered to herself, shuffling the information papers on her desk around.

“What did you say?” She didn’t mean to slam the papers down but she was tired of this beating around the bush with his rude ass.

“I said ‘Do I’? It’s not like you have ever said a nice thing to me since I have known you.”

“Don’t - Don’t do that.” He huffed, rubbing his hands over his face. “It’s a two way street. It’s not like you were nice to me.”

“You started it!”

“What, are we 12 years old?”

“I don’t know, you act like you are.”

“Just stop! You know I don’t mean any of the things I say in a bad way- it’s our thing!” She turned on him, confusion in her eyes as she gave him an incredulous look.

“Our thing? Tony, I thought you were making fun of me; that you hated me.”

“Hated you? Y/N, I’m in love you.” She felt like her heart stopped beating, lungs feeling with panic as she gaped at him. In love with her?

“Kiss me.” Is not what she expected to come out of her mouth, but when his hands grasped the side of her face and his lips pressed to hers, it was the best thing she had ever said.

“Uh woah, what happened while I was gone?” She pulled away to look at Steve, blushing red but Tony just threw up a middle finger and pulled her into another kiss.

Copy Cat.

Pairing: kind of Bucky/ female Reader

Bullets ripped through wooden crates around her, splinters piercing her skin as she crouched down behind a metal table. “Okay, I’m not saying the intel was bad but,” Tony zipped by in his suit, pulse-rays going like mad at Hydra robots who were apparently not supposed to be here, “the intel was definitely bad.”


“Yeah, no shit Tony.” Natasha deadpanned, popping up from behind Steve to shoot out a couple of real life Hydra goons. They all kept bickering, from Thor to Clint, even Bucky and Sam were going at it - not that, that was unusual. They were all so caught up in it, that they didn’t really notice the figure creeping in from the corner.

“Uh, guys?” She started, eyes growing wide because she was the only real human there. Bucky’s body slammed into the metal table beside her, having been on the opposite side of the building when the fighting first broke out. He gave her a soft look, noting her scared eyes and mentally vowing to never let that look show on her face again. “Not to stress anyone out but,” Bucky grasped her by the back of her neck, ducking her down as a robot zipped by. “WhaT IS THAT?!”

The broken down machine person rounded the corner, metal and bigger than a house as its eyes lit up red and beams of fucking something began shooting at the team. “A cheap ass Ultron.” Tony hissed. “Seriously. Can’t those octopus fuckers think of anything original?”

Alright guys, so I’m going to be doing a little challenge with writing. 1 little blurb a day. I haven’t been writing as much - mostly cause I have been working so much - and this is my way to get back into it! So get ready for some little avenger blurbs, guys! xxxx

Tickles.

Pairing: Steve/Reader

“Okay, a little to the left and - Aah!” You practically fell off Stev’s shoulders, wiggling in place as his fingers dug into your thigh.

“What?” Steve was startled, almost dropping you off his shoulders as he recorrected his hands on your thighs, only for you to shriek again and almost fall off. “Baby! What are you doing?”

“That tickles!” He paused, and you could just sense the disdain on his face.

“You almost plummeted six feet to your death because your thighs are ticklish?”

“You wouldn’t have let me die, Mr. Star-Spangled-Man.” You practically broke your ribs to lean down and kiss her forehead, and he crinkled his nose up at you. “Now move yourself a little to the left. I don’t want to have to get a ladder to change this lightbulb. And move your hands mister, my knees the worst.”

Brave Little One. 5.

Summary: The one where Captain America refuses to sign the accords and the ink of your signature was practically already drying on the page.

Pairing: Steve/Reader (female pronouns)

Words: 1400+

A/N: Alright, this is a bit all over the place but we’re about back into the action and I'm excited guys. But we gotta get there first, and i don't actually hate the build up lol

The room they stuck you and Bucky into was no better than a prison. It was windowless, quiet and far too large for just the both of you. The men who’d put you in here, sliding you by an angry Captain America, Falcon and random agents like some fucking parade, had left without a word and you wondered what they’d do to you next.

“They are going to have us psychologically evaluated.” You weren’t saying Bucky was a mind reader but if you were to say something, it would be that Bucky is a mind reader. “They’ll want to see how dangerous I am, and you.” He didn’t look at you despite the fact that his ‘cage’ was facing yours and you didn’t blame him, letting the silence settle over you both like an itchy blanket til you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s your name?”

“You know my name.”

“No, I know that Steve calls you Bucky. What do you want to be called?” You stretched your legs out, leaning back against the glass wall once more as his eyes snapped to yours, beginning to calculate you. He was sizing you up, and once again, you didn’t blame him. You were an unknown factor; plus, you'd already done the same to him.

“Bucky is fine.” You nodded, glancing at the hinges of your cage to see if you could possibly get out. All you needed was a sliver of open glass, then it was game over.

“What is it you can do?” You didn’t spare him a glance, shrugging your shoulders instead. “I saw you move the rocks.”

“I can do a little bit of everything when elements are involved. Earth, fire, water, air, the whole shebang.” He didn’t respond and you finally locked eyes with his. “Do I scare you Bucky?” He seemed surprised you were not only continuing to talk to him, but asking his opinion and you wondered how long it’d been since he’d gotten to just choose something, not having it decided for him.

“Are you scared of me?” 
“Answering a question with a question isn’t very polite.”

“Assuming that everyone you meet is scared of you isn’t very polite, either.” You quirked a smile, a laugh escaping as you nodded at him.

“You’ve got jokes Mr. Barnes, but you still haven’t answered me.” You didn’t know why you were so insistent that he answered. Perhaps you were searching for validation, or you just wanted someone to understand you. Either way, you weren’t letting it go.

“No.” Internally, you breathed a sigh of relief. Someone wasn’t scared of you.

“Me either.”

“You’re not scared of yourself?”

“I meant I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be.” He mumbled, fingers on his left arm clenching around the armrests as he glanced up into the corners. “They are listening.” You could recognize an attempt at a subject change anywhere, and you let him get away with it this time because this was not the place to be making friends.

Neither of you said another word after realizing they were indeed listening and would be noting each word with careful consideration. Well, you didn’t speak out loud. You kept your gaze locked with his, communicating in the simple flick of eyes and silent agreements.

You had to escape because the only way Ross was going to let you leave was in body bags.

-

Stev was barely able to catch Bucky’s eye as they hauled the crates with you both in them, out into the open. He hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of you and he knew Ross was doing it on purpose, but Bucky still knew him so well. With a head nod, tap of two fingers, Stev knew their code for ‘its okay’ anywhere.

“What are you going to do them?” He demanded of Evrett Ross, the guy’s smug little rat face rubbing him the wrong way.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.”

“The girl did not do anything.” T’challa was suddenly on their side and it almost made Stev’s head swivel. He was certain the guy hated them after Sam’s cat comment.

“She tried to help an escaped convict escape.”

“We weren’t trying to help him escape, we were trying to bring him in without him being shot on site.” Evrett gave him a look that spelled ‘i don't believe you’ before turning on his heels and walking away. “Asshole.”

“Dang Cap, you kiss your mama with that mouth?” Sam tried to lighten the mood but Stev was too pissed now. The Ross’ were just a bunch of grade a jerks.

Luckily, they hadn’t tried to lock him or motor mouth Sam in a cell but a rather spacious office. Although it did feel like they were on display in a glass fish bowl. That is where Stark found him pacing about, overlooking the control room. He should have known something was up when Stark produced two old fountain pens, waxing poetic about putting Buck in a psych facility instead of a Wakandan prison.

“And what about her?” Steve nodded in the vicinity of the control room where they were watching you and Bucky be put into holding but he still couldn’t see you. It was really pissing him off.

“She is willing to sign, so we let her sign and I get you and Wanda reinstated.”

“What about Wanda?” Steve had picked up the pen, already leaning into ink the tip. He didn’t care if every member of the team, the governments of the world or anyone else thought signing was right. You did, and that’s what counted in his opinion. He had, had way too long to think on the ride here and realizing that you had followed him into every death-defying situation, all the fights and not once doubter or questioned him was like a punch to the gut. He had taken that for granted, not realizing that the only reason he was 100% positive about each situation is because you were too. Now he was questioning himself. Which moves had led to this, which ones did you follow just because he was leading you - how many almost got you killed and yet you still trusted him, loved him and the one time you disagree he basically calls you a traitor in the middle of everyone?

“She’s fine, currently confined to the compound with Vision for company.” And there it was. The reason he couldn’t sign. Wanda, the young girl who’d faced so much atrocity, was being held against her will because she was ‘too dangerous’. All they were doing was affirming her self hatred for herself.

“Gosh Tony. Every single time, every time I think you see things the right way-“

“What? It’s 100 acres with a lap pool. It’s got a screening room. There is worse ways to protect people.”

“But who are you protecting Tony? Civilians? Because it certainly isn’t Wanda!”

“I am protecting her because she’s not a US citizen, refusing to sign and they are chomping at the bit to get her away from the public.”

“So locking her up yourself is the way to do it?”

“They don’t grant visas to weapons.”

“She’s a kid Tony!”

“Give me a break Steve!” There was a heavy moment, both breathing a little too harshly and Steve found himself looking around the room for your calming face. It broke his heart not to find it there. He had to get you out. “I’m doing what has to be done.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” He tossed the fountain pen beside the other. “I’d hate to break up the set.” He fled from the room, anger coursing through his veins as he found the room they'd stuffed Sam, Natasha and now Sharon in.

“You okay?” Sam questioned, accepting the curt nod as good enough. That’s all Steve was able to give at the moment.

Sharon took stock of the people around her, the broken team with a semi-broken leader and sighed to herself. These people were going to get her fired. She accidentally leaned onto the control switch and the TV above them flickered to life, the crates containing you and Bucky finally being locked into place as the sound cut on. Steve’s eyes flickered to hers, noticed her nonchalant attitude and gave her a nod of thanks. She chalked it up to a win for the good guys.

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Brave Little One. Four

Summary: The one where Captain America refuses to sign the accords and the ink of your signature was practically already drying on the page.

Pairing: Steve/Reader (female pronouns)

Words: 1k+

A/N: Steve is going to be a pretty intense guy in this chapter, which is more a filled, because the last three were pretty rushed and you couldn’t see the actual care and love he has for her, only hers for him because it’s in your POV. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!!! (Side note: I don’t know how many parts I’m going to do, right now I’m just rolling with the flow lol.)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Despite Steve’s admission of your ‘betrayal’ to the authorities, they still linked industrial strength cuffs around your wrists before moving onto linking some around Bucky too. Cuffs you were fine with, then they rolled out two glass boxes. One for Bucky, and you blanched at the other. You and he were the only ones cuffed, the only ones deemed reckless and dangerous enough to need them.

“Absolutely not.” Steve stated, stepping right up into Rhodey’s face and ignoring the pulse rays. Rhodey dropped his arms, heaving a heavy sigh.

“James Barnes is a danger to himself and the public.”

“Okay, that I understand but the other one?”

“It’s not for you Captain.”

“I know.” He stepped back, practically tipping you over when his body collided with yours. What was he doing? But then his arm reached back, curling around you in an all too familiar protective gesture. “I’m not happy about you putting Bucky in there but her? She’s been an Avenger for almost 4 years, fought by mine and your side; and what, now you’re going to treat her like an experiment?”

Your heart lurched in your chest. You knew how angry he was with you, how much these accords hurt him just by the look in his eyes. He didn’t have to defend you and yet here he was, continuing to be a great boyfriend after you’d just broken his heart. You wondered if in someway he understood your position on it as much as you understood his. Especially now, when this was exactly what you’d been trying to avoid - having to be arrested for accountability of your actions. He had super serum in his veins, you were born with a mutated gene that let you control elements and that made you dangerous; and made you need to be put in check.

“It’s alright.” You soothed and he simply turned his head to the left, glancing at you out of his peripherals. “Really. They already told us where they are going to take us, so I’ll see you in a little bit?”

“You don’t know that.” He turned to face you fully now, large hands gripping your world heavy shoulders. “What if they are lying to us? I know we’re not exactly in 100% agreement right now but you are still the most important person in my life and if you think I’m going to let them separate us and put you in that box, then it will be over my dead body.” You shivered at the thought. You couldn’t let him get hurt because of you.

“You aren’t letting them Steve, I am.” He bit into his bottom lip, glancing back over his shoulder to Rhodey with the darkest look you have ever seen on his face. “Steve?”

“You get her there safely or I will burn you, and your accords to the ground.”

-

Bucky didn’t speak to you the whole ride back despite Rhodey being nice enough to leave the comms on in your box prisons. Bucky’s kept him strapped to a chair while yours was more like Loki’s cell had been, four paces wide and five long. You hadn’t exactly tried to talk to Mr. Tall, dark and murdery either. Your mind was too occupied with Steve and these stupid accords.

Were you making the right decision? Tony had been so positive that signing was the right thing to do, but Steve’s conviction on the subject was just as strong. Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Natasha, all of them were confident in there decisions and then here’s you, not sure if you will even get out of this cage to make one. Instead, you sat on the floor with folded legs, leaning back against the glass wall and tried to relax before shit hit the fan.

Cool wind whipped around you, bitter snow pecking your skin with icicle kisses as your hand ran along the hallway wall. You were so close to the exit, the winter tundra hiding your escape as alarms blared, threatening you with their ferocity. You could hear the men yelling for you, screaming for you to get back in your jail before they had to drag you back in but the chatter in their teeth and crunch of snow beneath them told you they wouldn’t be able to get to you before they froze to death. You were weak, malnourished and scarred from the beatings you’d received at their hands but you were strong. You would make it.

The large, overly guarded door was barely in sight when the hinges cracked and the metal caved in. A man took up the doorway with his shoulders alone, head practically hitting the frame as he stepped in with a circular shield guarding him. You would recognize that man anywhere, the face of a man who the Hydra guards that held you for so long had been whispering about. The same man who had driven their organization to the ground years ago. Captain America.

He didn’t seem to like the cold, something told you as he took pause before stepping through the blizzard. His eyes locked with your own petrified gaze, hand raising to look through the haze. You aren’t sure how you did it, you’d never been able to control your powers more than doing absolutely nothing or causing storms like this, but a small cloud formed above him and sunshine peaked over it to heat his skin.

“I’m here to save you, but it doesn’t look like you need much saving.” He had covered the small space between you in three strides. You placed an arm on an impressive bicep, giving him an exhausted grimace of a smile.

“Am I your first mission Captain?” Your words were slurred like that of a child. You hadn’t been allowed to speak much during your time in Hydra’s ‘care’ but that didn’t stop the influx of snarky comments you’d thought to keep yourself sane. He scooped you into his arms, the blizzard around you disappearing as the weight was taken off your fragile body and you went limp in his arms.

“You’re the only one that matters,” is all he whispered into your snow dampened hair.

-

“Get up.” The voice was gruff in your ears, grating on your ears a little. “Get up.”

You sat up abruptly, body cracking with the movement as you shot to your feet off the cold, glass flooring. Your eyes locked onto Bucky’s (perhaps you should call him James, you weren’t actually a friend of his and didn’t know what’d he prefer), his eyebrows raised in an expression you could only call amused. If a one hundred year old ex assassin could look amused. Your hand reached up to your chin, wondering if you’d drooled like Steve liked to tease you for. Your chin was thankfully dry.

“What?” You cleared the croak from your throat. “What’s going on?”

“The truck stopped, we’re here.”

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Ten and Two. (Steve/reader, Bucky x Sam)

Summary: “Oh, you think you’re a better driver than me? Prove it.” Sam lets go of the wheel. or the one where Bucky and Sam won’t stop fighting and you and Steve are absolutely, 100% tired of their BS.

TW: cussing (because that’s who i am as a person), almost car crash, sarcasm and a whole lot of Bucky/Sam interaction.

my sad, sad, sad attempt at humour that went a bit angsty, sorry fam

Pairing: Implied reader/Steve,  Bucky and Sam just love to hate each other

You would never understand why Steve ‘Captain America’ Rogers, leader of the Avengers and role model to the people, decided the only way to get his best friends to get along was to make one drive while the other sat shotgun. He was the smartest person you’d ever met when fighting aliens and Hydra goons alike, but when humaning was involved? That man acted like a little boy afraid to tell the teacher he shit his pants.

“10 and 2 Barnes, were you raised in a fucking barn?”

“No, I was just frozen for decades. Sorry, didn’t really learn the rule changes in fucking Hydra driver’s ED.” Bucky’s man bun sat high on his head, the man’s face shaved for once - okay, you totally had Steve sit on top of him while you calmly chopped the fur off his little rat face but it was still looking sharp - and the tick of his tense jaw was unmistakable. Great, another fight in the span of 30 minutes. What was this? Number 12?

“Buck.” Steve sighed, flipping the page of his honest to goodness newspaper. “Sam, please stop. Bucky is doing fine.”

“Fine? He almost hit a mailbox!” Sam was being dramatic. “On the other side of the road!”

“I did not! You’re the one who decided to grab the steering wheel when that leaf hit the window. You made me veer!”

“I thought it was a bird, you asshole.” Sam hissed. “And at least you have a steering wheel, and it wasn’t stolen by some metal armed masochist.”

“Nope, just a grown ass man who likes to fly around in a bird suit talking to his fake bird plane.”

“Red wing is a drone, and he’s better company than you!”

“Sam!” Steve’s voice was harsher this time as he noticed your exhausted face. “Can you tone it down? Some of us are trying to nap.” Sam apologized - to you, not Bucky - as he glanced over his shoulder at you. You just gave him a tired smile, leaning against Steve’s broad chest when he lifted up an arm and allowed you to snuggle underneath. You’d been on the road for weeks, bouncing from place to place to stay hidden from the public that viewed you as fugitives and fighting was the last thing you needed right now.

You must have dozed off because when you woke up next, the sun was at it’s peak and Sam was the one driving. And they were still arguing. You sighed, burying more into Steve’s chest and noticing that his right hand cupped over your ear as a way to keep it quiet enough for you to sleep. They must have been at it for a while if the pained smile, and whole hand over ear thing, were any indication.

“You are literally going 10 under the speed limit.”

“We are in an unfamiliar area, it’s bumpy and one of our passengers is trying to sleep so excuse me for being a bit more careful!”

“Careful is following the speed limit signs because we’re not getting up the next hill going 30 miles an hour. What are you? A grandma?”

“Well, you’d know. You’re old enough to be one.” Sam snapped back. It was Bucky that apologized to your sigh this time, noticing you stretching in the back with an even more exhausted look on your face. Steve didn’t look much better, his eyebrows furrowed as he realized the plan of his you said would fail, actually was failing. But it kept them quiet for the next few minutes til Sam was literally going 20 miles an hour and Bucky couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Woah, did you see that?” Bucky exclaimed, startling the whole car. You all tensed, expecting it to be another one of Ross’ tailgating minions but Bucky dispelled your fear with a single comment. “I think a turtle just passed us!” 
“Are you shitting me man?” Sam exclaimed. “I almost wrecked the car.”

“That’s because you’re a shitty driver.”

“Oh, you think you’re a better driver than me?” Sam glanced over at Bucky, barely taking his eyes off the huge curve up ahead to see the man’s shrug. “Prove it.” Sam let go of the wheel, Bucky’s quick reflexes the only thing that kept you all from veering off the road into a ditch.

“What the fuck?” You screeched as Steve soccer mom’ed you in the chest, watching as Sam put his hands back on the wheel as they continued to bicker loudly. You shared a look with Steve, his more irritated while yours was filled with panic. He was only going 20 on flat land, so you weren't exactly worried about getting hurt but this was getting out of hand.

“Alright, nope, no, absolutely fucking not. Pull over.” They ignored you. “Samuel Wilson, if you do not pull this car over right now, my next call will be to your mama!” You had never seen a grown man pull over so quick. It was silent for a long, blissful moment.

“It’s his fault, he’s always gotta be making comments.” Sam pointed at Bucky, turning in his chair to see you and Steve. “All I’m trying to do is drive and he just keeps running his mouth-.”

“Me?”  Bucky intercepted. “You’re the one who always has to be making some dumbass comment.”

“Yeah because you said one first-“

“Both of you shut the fuck up!” Silence fell over the car, all eyes on Captain America as he put a steadying hand on your thigh. You tangled your fingers with his, mouth slightly agape as he gave them both harsh looks. “Bucky is going to drive for the next few hours, Sam is going to sit in the passenger seat and we are going to take a nap back here because both of us are so exhausted from your bullshit that if we don’t, we might conveniently forget you at the next stop, understand?” He spoke so quickly that you barely understood him but the boys got the message, silently getting out of the car to switch seats with a glare that was not missed by either of you.

“You okay?” Steve turned his attention to you while they were both out of the car, rounding the hood. You nodded, pressing your lips to his quickly as the boys slid back in.

“Just tired, freaked out a bit, and ready for an actual bed.” He gave you a sorry smile, moving to lay on his back and then opening his arms up for you. You hummed in the back of your throat, squishing your face into his chest as you fell into him and he laughed. “This’ll do.”

It went silent, the car purring to life and rolling back onto the highway. Steve didn’t use his captain voice a lot, but when he did, it got things moving in the right direction. Mostly.

“Wait, why do I have to drive?”

“Because I’m tired and that gasp thing you did pissed me off Buck, you know I hate that.” Sam snickered. “I wouldn’t start Sam, you’re lucky you aren’t locked in the trunk for that little no hands trick you did that almost got us all killed; now, both of you be quiet!” They both went silent again and you started to lull into a calm, heartbeat lullaby induced sleep.

“Bucky, 10 and 2, for fucks sake!”