[by daunt]
Series Overview by the Author:
This is what happens when you find your soulmate... and instead of birds singing and roses blooming, you discover they’re an insufferable jerk. But an insufferable jerk that you low-key really want to bang, if nothing else because MAYBE THEN THEY WOULD SHUT UP.
Features the worst, most annoying iterations of Cap!Steve and Modern!Bucky. There is nothing these two wouldn’t do for each other... out of spite.
My Series Overview:
Starts off shrunkyclunks, shifts to both as super soldiers when Bucky gets the serum, then Bucky becomes a cyborg, and the series ends as shrinkyclinks. Something for everyone!
Series Consists of
--2 chapters
--tags include: Shrunkyclunks Hatemance Meet-Ugly Soulmate AU Enemies to.... still enemies hatefucking Enemies to Lovers Hate at First Sight Nobody Behaves Well All The Sex Is An Extremely Bad Idea kids don’t try this at home Unhealthy Relationships
Excerpt (Chapter 1):
And then Steve shoves his big perfect face in Bucky’s, hissing at him. Bucky tunes back in when Steve is saying something about him having no idea how awful it is to go through life knowing that you’ll never have a Soulmate--
Bucky growls back, “Well, it looks like I’m going to find out.” Then he knees Captain America in the balls.
He’s not proud.
Well, maybe he’s a little bit proud.
He nails the dismount, too, storming out with well-timed hair flip as Steve clutches his midsection. He gives the Black Widow a wide berth, because he’s not stupid, but she just smiles at him, sharp and calculating.
Excerpt (Chapter 2:
Steve throws up his arms, exasperated. “I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him. It doesn’t make any sense. He doesn’t make me happy, Natasha.”
“No,” she drawls. “But he makes you alive.”
Something in Steve’s gut clenches at that. Clenches around the enormous empty space that’s been echoing around within him, aching, since he didn’t have Bucky Barnes around any more to get mad at.
“Maybe this is what happiness looks like for you, Steve,” Natasha says quietly. “I can’t really see you in a quiet, peaceful relationship. You’re only interested in challenges. Once you figure out the challenge, you’re done with it.”
He thinks of Bucky then, because of course he does, the way he taunts Steve. Teasing him, knowing what buttons to press to get Steve to lose his temper. And he hates the warm coil of arousal in his stomach that ignites at those thoughts.
--1 chapter
Excerpt:
Steve grabs the straps of Bucky’s shoulder harness. “I have you for two days and you vanish. You don’t tell me you have a family. You don’t tell me you’re Jewish. You don’t tell me anything about yourself. You could vanish tomorrow and I wouldn’t have the faintest idea where to look for you, or who to call to say you’ve gone missing.” He shakes those straps and Bucky stops, shocked. “I hate you. You’re a jerk, and I can’t believe out of everyone in this whole world I’m saddled with you. But…” Steve groans, his shoulders sagging. “…I don’t want to lose you. I only just found you.”
He surges forwards and kisses Bucky. It’s a rough thing, all clashing teeth and bruised lips, and Bucky opens up to him, moaning like a man dying of thirst getting his first taste of water. Bucky’s hands are all over Steve, opening his jacket, unhooking his pants. “Fuck, god, I hate how much I miss you,” Bucky growls into Steve’s mouth, kissing him back like it was his last act on Earth. He pushes Steve into a wall, and Steve makes an involuntary, regretful noise as Bucky pulls his mouth away. He’s suddenly aware he’s somehow half out of his clothes. “Steve, this is going to keep happening,” he rasps out. “I’m staying with SHIELD. I was fucking suicidal working at that coffee shop. My self-worth was lower than zero. I still get depressed as hell but I can do things now,” Bucky says. “I’m good at what I do. Really good. I love working ops. I can’t be your good little stay-at-home wife, waiting in a corset and stockings for you to come back from Avenging—“
--2 chapters
Excerpt (Chapter 1):
“Yeah, Iron Man is down, no wait, he’s getting up, not airborne yet but powering up,” Rodriguez says, and then she says, “Sarge, what the fuck are you doing—“
And Bucky really doesn’t know but he’s racing across the roof and using everything in his new superpowered body to fling himself at Steven G Rogers, Complete Idiot and he’s in midair and firing the last fucking Stinger and praying that it’s anywhere near target and he hits Steve hard enough to knock him out of the way of the gun’s beam and Jesus Christ this was a terrible idea, the ground is a long way down, and then everything goes white and hurts unbearably—
Excerpt (Chapter 2):
“Tell me stuff I can’t find out from mission reports or youtube videos,” Sam sighs.
Steve smiles, despite himself, and sits down next to Sam. “He’s almost my height. Brown hair, it’s always messy. Pale blue eyes, like a mirror, or the sky reflected in water. And he’s— I dunno, from some angles he’s kinda funny-looking, but when he smiles, he’s the most beautiful person in the room. In any room. And, God, Sam, you wouldn’t believe how he gets under my skin…” Steve rakes a hand through his hair. “I can’t be Captain America around him. I instantly revert to an angry little punk from Brooklyn.”
His voice drops to a whisper. “He makes me so mad. We were fighting, you know, before…” and then Steve has to press his palms against his cheekbones, to stop the rush of emotion that’s threatening to overwhelm him. “…and he went and took a hit for me.” His voice chokes off into nothingness as he mouths the words, “Nobody’s ever done that for me before. Nobody’s stepped in and taken the blow meant for me.”
--1 chapter
Excerpt:
The Avengers, minus Steve but plus Dr Strange (and that NEVER bodes well) are standing around the big double-height common room that overlooks the East River, looking embarrassed. Bucky tosses his wind-battered bouquet on the sofa and runs a hand through his hair, trying to fluff it back into shape from where the helmet messed it up. “What’s going on,” he says.
“Steve got hit with a stray spell,” Tony squeaks.
Bucky glares at Dr Strange, the plates on his arm rippling and resetting into Combat Mode. “Is he still in this dimension,” Bucky says, drawing out each word slowly.
“Yeeees,” Dr Strange says, which isn’t really a complete answer, as he takes a step back, putting Thor between him and Bucky.
Bucky narrows his eyes at all off them, and hisses, “I am this close to the blackest mood I’ve ever been in and I do not have the capacity right now to play animal vegetable or mineral with where my soulmate is. And I can’t feel the bond. So talk, or I’m going to start breaking things. And people.”
Dr Strange presses his thin lips together, in his weird lantern face. “Steve was turned back into the man he was in 1942.”
“He’s fine!” Tony exclaims. “He’s totally fine. Just… smaller. And then he left. Before we had a chance to corral him to the restaurant. We’re working on finding him. Everything is fine!”
. . . .
“You’re sure he’s not in any danger, or kidnapped, or lying in an asthma ward somewhere,” Bucky says to Tony.
“Those aren’t a thing any more,” Tony says. “Asthma wards. We have medicine now, not leeches, or whatever they had in his day.”
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