tony stark who has stark tower set to identify individual people as they enter by playing certain songs as they walk through the door or even take a step inside
steve and bucky walk in together and suddenly there is a garbled mix of both “the star spangled banner” and “enter sandman”
natasha steps through the door and suddenly “from russia with love”
bruce swings by from his lab and “blinded me with science” blares
thor bursts through the doors and “rock you like a hurricane” rattles the surround
hawkeye tries to slip in through a window and suddenly “surfin’ bird”
Okay, but like—
What if when Bucky comes back, instead of Steve having to protect and kind of gently usher Bucky back into the world, Bucky leaps right back into protecting Steve.
Tony calls Steve “spangly” one too many times and Bucky uncurls his fingers real slow and says “My arm’s pretty spangly now too, Stark, whatsit to you?”
Thor and Steve spar and Bucky is so horrified when he happens upon them beating the crap out of each other that he plucks Mjolnir from where Thor’s tossed it and he points it at Steve accusatorily and is like, “A hammer? You’re letting hammers beat on you now? Over my dead body, pal—” and he’s the only one who doesn’t get it that he just picked up Mjolnir holy shit because he’s so busy waving Mjolnir around and lecturing Steve
Fox News calls Steve an anti-patriot one too many times so Bucky makes Natasha help him hack their Facebook page and leave hundreds of vaguely threatening messages which are ostensibly from different people except all of them have the same profile picture which is just the Cap star painted on a bionic fucking arm as a symbol of undying loyalty
Bucky keeps beating up villains before Steve can even get to them, like at this point even Doom has noticed so he tries to avoid even looking at Steve because that’d pretty much guarantee getting a couple of his nicest Doombots ripped the fuck apart without any ceremony at all and Steve wouldn’t mind except last battle against the Wrecking Crew, Bucky was benched because he had hurt himself and even then he managed to co-op the comms with helpful “suggestions” that were actually thinly veiled orders to flank Steve instead of, you know, fight the bad guy
The Quinjet gets retrofitted with a “Cap-net” because Bucky is fed up with Steve jumping out of fucking planes
Just—give me all the “Bucky, I’m 95 not nine” and “Well if you’re so fucking old, stop acting like a kid, wear a goddamned coat in the rain, Steve—“
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
But other times…
Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.
I call it White Knuckling it.