surprised and a lil disappointed by the sheer lack of captain america/doctor who crossovers considering bucky barnes literally took a companion on a date in the fuckin 1940s
#yes please give me these#also lets include captain jack#because seriously take a moment and imagine jack in the same room as steve and bucky#flirting his ass off#and bucky glaring at him with murder eyes#like dont you fucking touch steve#he is mine#and steve more or less oblivious to this silent dialogue going on around him#trying to be polite (via)
and then it results in a threesomewaIT NO OKAY LISTEN alright this is what happens jack has been slumming it since 1869 trying not to get too involved because that could result in bad things. but he decides to enlist in world war ii (just like he enlisted in every war since he showed up here because he didn’t want some idealistic kid to die when he could sign up in their place and if he got shot he’d be fine. and that takes just a little bit of guilt off of him) and since he’s in the us at this point, because he really can’t stay in any one place for a significant amount of time, of course he’s going to enlist in the us. and where does he get assigned but the 107th. where he meets bucky barnes, a draftee from brooklyn who happened to be able to shoot a rifle. and his heart sinks because he knows how this story ends (or, how it ended on earth circa 2005, anyway)
I just want all the descendants of the Howling Commandos to be this big, extended, up-in-each-others-business family
and they aren’t all in SHIELD but they all have a rough idea of what’s going on and if one of them shows up in the middle of the night, they’re guaranteed a safe place to sleep, a meal and a scolding
‘You better live through this. If you die, your mom’ll call my mom and there’ll be hell to pay’
I want them to have big “family reunions” every five years where everybody—fuckin’ EVERYBODY—makes it out to some campground or something where they all hang out and have a softball tournament and cut up a sheet cake so big it feeds two hundred people. That’s when you meet peoples’ new SOs and pass around babies and congratulate kids on their new jobs.
oh god, and if they had the first one five years after the war ended, they’re due for one in 2015, and it’s the first one Steve gets to attend, and he gets there and it’s basically the best/worst experience of his entire life to date, because there are all these people who walk like Jim and grin like Dugan and say their vowels like Falsworth, and they all want to tell him stories about Dad, about Granddad, about Great-Granddad, they want to hear his stories from the war, they want to invite him to college graduations and weddings and christenings, and when he starts to get a little overwhelmed by all of it one of Gabe’s daughters pulls him aside on some pretense and gives him ten minutes to pull himself back together before she gets his email for the howlingfamilies listserv, which she runs.
(oh god, and two hours into it he catches a pack of Dernier kids arguing in rapid French over whether they should tell their parents about the man up a tree at the far edge of the campground that they saw while they were playing hide-and-seek, and Steve walks into the woods with his heart in his throat, and the tree’s empty now but he hears a twig crack behind him, deliberate, because Bucky knows how to walk quieter than that, and when he turns around Bucky looks— well, a hell of a lot better than he did a year ago, a hell of a lot more like himself, even with the shadows still around his eyes and the smile almost wavering at the edges of his mouth.)
Instant. Headcanon.