James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Wait, Captain!” “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something. “Captain, we need to keep him in stasis—“ “I said get him out!”

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong,” Bucky said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “but I believe I was promised a mocha.” When he turned to look at Steve there was laughter in his eyes and a touch of heat in his smile. Dating a civilian was always risky. Luckily, Bucky seemed like a nice, genuine guy and Steve knew he could gently reject him with the smallest shrug and that Bucky would accept his decision easily. It was the smart thing to do. “Don’t forget the croissant.”

“You really know how to make the best of a bad situation, don’t you?” “I mean, there’s no place to go but up,” Bucky replied with a smile.

Steve never planned on becoming an Avenger, but it’s a responsibility he’s long since accepted. Would he rather be putting his art degree to use? Sure, but someone’s gotta do the dirty work. Fighting aliens, dismantling Hydra, hunting the Winter Soldier— his life can be painful but the safety of the world is worth a bit of pain. The last person Steve expects to challenge that belief is the Winter Soldier himself.

Bucky steps into Stark’s unfinished interdimensional portal and two Buckys step out. Steve doesn’t think this is a problem, until he realizes Bucky can’t stand to see him in someone else’s arms, even if “someone else” is also Bucky.

Bucky’s birthday is coming up. Steve has two months to plan the perfect birthday present and his own sweet revenge.

A sequel to Only For You

Bucky’s gone away on a mission. Steve wants to blow him so bad he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

Two guys. Two vibrators. The bet? Who can last longer. The punishment? Three hours of constant prostate vibration. It’s a bet tailor made for Bucky to loose and he knows it so, naturally, all he wants to do is make Steve eat his words.

After patrolling the Howling Commando’s camp in the Alps, Bucky is too cold to sleep on his own cot. Luckily, Steve is right there.

Steve and Bucky share a bed for the first time in decades.

Someone nice to go out with, that’s all Steve wants. Or at least, that’s what he thought he wanted. After dozens of failed dates he isn’t so sure anymore. Luckily, work provides the perfect distraction from Steve’s numerous failed dates. SHIELD and the SSR are joining forces in a historic union for the sole purpose of bringing Hydra down for good. Steve is paired with the SSR’s top agent, the Winter Soldier, to lead the charge and the last word he would ever use to describe his nameless, faceless partner is “nice.”

“Stevie,” Bucky whispered, lifting Steve’s hand to his lips. He kissed Steve’s scratched knuckles as he stirred. “Sorry to wake you, but I have to redress your wounds.”

Steve groaned, touching his wounded abdomen as he pried his eyes open. He found Bucky in the dim light and the corner of his mouth twitched up.

“You ain’t my nurse.”

Bucky’s expecting a sleepy morning in with his boyfriend: cuddling, sex, the usual. But luckily for them both, Steve has a request for something a bit more specific to kick off both their days.

After returning to London with a battered Bucky in tow, Steve just wants to keep him out of harms way, but Bucky isn’t going to walk away from Steve. Not without a fight.

The Kingdom of Winter is at war with the Kingdom of Hydra. To Steve, it feels they always have been. He spent years fighting in the Winter army and now he’s been summoned to the capital, Winter’s Heart, to take up a new post as Captain of the Star. The capital is rife with intrigue, from the comings and goings of the whispering footmen, to the dashing and secretive Sergeant Barnes, and the goings on of the Winter Queen and her two children, Princess Rebecca and Prince James. When a delegation arrives from the neighboring Kingdom of Shield and painful secrets are flayed wide open, Steve must face the consequences of his heart’s desire and confront the limits of his duty.

The Soldier doesn’t know why he pulled the Target from the river. He doesn’t know why his body isn’t obeying the orders given to him by his mind. He doesn’t know what to do next. The only person promising answers is the Target himself. Luckily, the Soldier has his phone number.

• He’s operated on hundreds of cig smokers but no stoners
• The average stoner doesn’t smoke nearly as many joints as a cig smoker smokes cigarettes. Many cig smokers will smoke 10+ cigs a day but the average stoner doesn’t smoke that many joints
• Joints don’t have as many carcinogens
• It is generally harder to quit nicotine than weed
• People can have medicinal cannabis but no one has medicinal cigarettes
• He was a stoner in med school and turned out fine but some of his cig smoking classmates are already dead

Vietnam bans unskippable ads

“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”