the buckynat fandom: where we ship two ppl who are two of the most skilled murderers alive, but really all we want them to do is cuddle under blankets, watch bad movies, and eat pancakes in bed
It could well have been Zemo! I’m not 100% on that stuff, it’s been a while since I read it ):
All-New Invaders is the most recent source of delicious Bucky content, and he also features in Original Sin, which is ok if you can stand every other character talking about how much they hate Bucky
First of all, congratulations on your excellent taste. Second of all, this is a touch confusing so instead of trying to hunt up issue numbers I’m going to try and lump it together in trades for ease of reference. For those who don’t know what trades are, that’s basically the big ol’ collected editions of comics in the graphic novel section :)
Black Widow: The Name of the Rose, which is mainly about Natasha but also features some very cute Buckynat.
All-Winners Squad: Band of Heroes, in which Bucky meets up with some old WW2 kid sidekick type buddies and it’s terribly sad/great
On NO ACCOUNT read anything by Rick Remender.
"we ourselves are made of star dust"
they find can understand the movements of the planets, interpret the darkest creases of the night sky. they find themselves aglow with starlight.
As has always been the case, I don’t require your help.
I shoulda known she was trouble the second she walked in. Legs that went all the way up to where they stopped, and a huge, bushy tail to boot. Teeth like icicles, glinting in the new moon.
My partner once said there’s a kind of trouble you only get once in your life, and she was it. Doreen Green.
(Actually, what he said was ‘I am Groot’, but there’s a lot of nuance that gets lost in translation.)
"What can we do you for, Miss Green?"
"You know who I am?"
I leaned back on my chair, crossing my paws behind my head. You don’t wanna play it too eager with dames like this.
"Everyone knows the dame who beat Galactus." I raised an eyebrow, not that non-furry folk can tell when I do that. "Besides, Tippy-Toe’s an old buddy of mine."
"That’s why I’m here, Mr. Raccoon." She sat down on the corner of my desk- no mean feet, when it’s only about a foot off the ground. "It’s Tippy-Toe, he’s missing."
"Missing?" I sat forward. This was serious. Tippy-Toe was acold bastard, and didn’t go down easy. "How?"
"HYDRA." Squirrel Girl’s eyes narrowed, fire in them that outshone the suns of Halfword. "I want them taken down."
If I’d known then what I knew now, I woulda said no.
But I’ve always been a sucker for a dame with a bushy tail.
"Miss Green, you’ve got yourself a deal."
"You… have a bat."
James looks up from his rifle, Squeak curled up in a small bat burrito on his chest.
"I guess so?" He speaks quietly, just a low rumble to avoid waking the slumbering bat. "It wasn’t really planned."
Natasha leans forward over James’ lap to examine the creature closely. Squeak, obviously sensing that he’s a subject of discussion, opens his beady little eyes and yawns.
"He smells funny."
"He’s a bat." James resist the urge to shrug. Squeak doesn’t like that much. ‘Far as I can tell, that means he poops a hell of a lot."
Natasha flicks her eyes up to James’ face, grinning.
He meets her gaze levelly. “Sometimes.”
Apparently considering this, Natasha reaches out one finger and gently scratches Squeak on the head. Squeak, satisfied by this, yawns hugely, showing tiny white fangs, and goes back to sleep.
"Good bat." Natasha croons. "Such a good bat."
James rolls his eyes, but there’s a ghost of a smile on his face. ‘Shoulda known you two’d conspire against me.”