thestuckylibrary:

Ok heres my picks from the fix it fics that I’ve read so far:

The Arm by Namesake

Bucky is awoken early with a proposition from T’Challa regarding his arm. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky finally get a chance to re-unite properly.

A continuation taking place somewhere after the mid-credits scene.

burning inside out by preromantics

To make sure Bucky can never be controlled again they must wipe everything. “Do it,” he says.

Everyone helps in their own way. Steve doesn’t cope well.

Drawing Pins by Lapsang

“Hey, uh, Steve, can we talk?”

Something in Bucky’s eyes told him this wasn’t going to be fun.

[Bucky and Steve talk about what’s best going forward.]

I Turned My Back And You Turned To Dust by civilwarbucky

Set during/after the Captain America: Civil War first post-credits scene as Steve deals with the situation. Can’t say much more than that without giving away spoilers…

Nor for my peace will I go by nomadwanderer

BEWARE: SPOILERS FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR!!!! you have been warned.

A fic to address that mid credit scene.

From where they least expect it, they’ve been given a second chance. While memory controls and it harms, at least this time Steve and Bucky will face it together. It’s a desperate and painful process but filled with such hope. Tony comes through for them too, in his own way. (Sorry the summary is awful, tried to not let it be spoilery!)

This Way To Love by galerian_ash

There are a few things Steve needs to say.

(Spoilers for Civil War, ahoy!)

Unworthy to Wield by Kipper_Zion

POTENIAL (MILD) SPOILERS (so go watch Civil War and then come back and read this!)

He binks blearily against the headache behind his eyes, taking in the mattress and sheets he has just been sleeping on. They’re a creamy, off white colour, and so inexplicably soft that Steve can only draw one conclusion: he is dead.

He entertains this thought for a moment; that his soul is resting on a cloud, ideally in heaven, and he is looking down at his body lying beaten and battered somewhere in an abandoned ex-Soviet base atop a snowy mountain in Siberia. There’ll be a gaping hole in his chest; his vital organs blasted away by one of Tony’s canons. Bloody stars and stripes everywhere, and that liquid red is so hard to wash out of armour. He wonders if Bucky wept for him.

when it’s over, you’re the start by kafkian

‘Bucky, you don’t have to do this,’ Steve says later, looking so earnest Bucky wants to slap him upside the head.

‘I know that, Steve. Just because I didn’t have any for six decades doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what free will is.’

Steve looks at him in that way he has when he’s thinking so hard about how Bucky’s not funny that the thought seems to pass right out of his brain and into Bucky’s. Not that it has that far to leap.

–

Bucky doesn’t get fixed, and Steve doesn’t care.

why we’re here by grenade

“You know, these innuendos are really killing me.” Bucky breathed out. Steve’s hand slipped down before he clutched his chest and guffawed.

“I knew this conversation was getting a little strange.” Steve admitted after calming himself.

“But that’s to insinuate you wanna do me?” Bucky asked after a beat.

“Oh, I have been doing you.” Steve corrected nonchalantly. “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, you’re all I’ve been doing for about two years now. Even got Sam doing you too.”