Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
Part 9: Will Steve and Bucky finally get their happily ever after?
The Players: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo
Word Count: 1418
Warnings: some angst, explicit language, almost smut, lots of m/m kissing
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve.
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A/N: I know this isn’t how jail works but for the purposes of this story: it is how it is. Also, I just finished writing the remaining chapters of Come Back…! I could not be more excited about it friends. Thank you for all the love you’ve given this story. As always thank you for reading! Feel free to hit me with your comments, concerns and tag requests here. You can find the series masterlist here and my main masterlist here.
After seeing Bucky hauled off in handcuffs, you did the only thing you could think of- you called Steve Rogers, the unofficial captain of the group. You answered what questions you could. No, you didn’t know why. Yes, you were sure. Yes, you needed a ride to the station. No, this wasn’t a prank.
Steve came by to pick you up not too long after you hung up with him. The car ride was nearly silent, the only noise coming from your leg which was bouncing up and down frantically.
Steve pulled up to the station and you immediately got out of the car, quickly walking to the entrance, Steve following behind closely. The woman at the front desk glanced up when the two of you walked in.
“We’re looking for James Barnes,” you said urgently.
Summary: After the Android Revolution, you were one of the few that chose to remain in service. You were still considered alive and free to make your own choices, but you couldn’t leave your charge; a sick elderly woman that doted on you as if you were a member of her family. After a break-in, Connor is the first responder and helps track down the person – or android – responsible for the crime. Remaining on the police force with Hank as his partner had been a no-brainer. He wanted to make sure that both parties – humans and androids – would be held accountable for their actions. When responding to a call one night, he met Y/N, a caring and sassy android that he never saw coming. He was still learning to deal with his emotions, but no one – not even Hank – could have prepared him for the overwhelming swelling in his chest and this need to see her again. Word Count: 2,527 Warnings: Angst, fluff, language. Possibly more to come. Author’s Note: I absolutely adore this game and Connor. Title inspired by Robots in Love. I will be using my Everything tags for this series. If you do not want to be tagged, I’ll remove you. If you are interested in learning more about the game, feel free to check out the Wiki page.
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“Vincent Cruz,” Hank sighed as he pulled up the attempted robber’s file. “Looks like he’s made quite the name for himself around Detroit.”
Connor was seated at his desk, scanning over the very same file on his computer. “He’s been going around town and dismantling androids.”
“And selling their parts on the black market,” Hank groaned. “We got ourselves a fuckin’ winner.”
Connor’s LED flashed yellow. “I’m not sure I understand, Lieutenant,” he admitted, clearly confused.
“It’s called sarcasm,” Hank scoffed with a smirk. “You’ll get there one of these days, buddy.”
“Sarcasm,” Connor muttered, the LED on his right temple flickering from yellow to its original cerulean shade. “The use of irony to mock or convey contempt. I think I understand, now. You strongly dislike Vincent’s actions, therefore you are ridiculing them with a positive phrase.”
“I ain’t ever gonna get use to that,” Hank snorted. “But, yeah. That’s it exactly.”
Connor smiled at the praise coming from his partner.
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