honestly the thing I have the hardest time suspending my disbelief for in the Marvel Cinematic Universe is that Steve and Bucky are not fucking.
A guy shrinks down to the size of an ant and can communicate with them? Totally believable. Literal other world god that is thousands of years old and travels via rainbow? No problem. Dude manages to stay alive by performing what is basically open heart surgery on himself while being held in captivity in some actual hell hole, and somehow doesn’t die? Sure!
Bucky breaks through 70 years of brainwashing and disobeys a direct order from the man that has tortured him for god knows how long, because his ‘best friend’ recites a line that is basically a marriage vow, and i’m supposed to believe those two aren’t head over heels for each other? Yeah right.
Bucky once found a tiny baby bird near his house and called Sam to half joke about it and half ask what the hell to do, and Sam told him what any bird person might have told him: if it’s wobbly, put it back in the nest, leave the area, and observe to see if the parents will return.
Bucky did as instructed – only Sam thought Bucky meant put it back into the tree and come back in a few hous. Not scale the side of your neighbour’s building using your super-spy skills to get the nestling back to its siblings and then camp out on a nearby roof in sniper mode, armed with pebbles to scare away any potential egg thieves, keeping eyes on the target the entire time.
And he wouldn’t have found out either if he wasn’t a busy-body with too-good eyesight who went to check on Bucky’s baby bird because he wanted to talk to it and make sure it was OK.
And after Bucky called it his baby bird, that’s how Sam referred to it in conversation henceforth.
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