It starts because Bucky has a tendency to lapse into Russian when he’s under stress or overly-focused on something else. He’s at his worst during fights, where most of his focus is on the task at hand and keeping his own head without falling too heavily into the Winter Soldier headspace. The rest of the team generally still shouts to him in English, though Steve will sometimes use Russian if he really wants to be sure that Bucky caught what he was saying. But Natasha makes the switch right alongside him, relaying orders and information over the team’s channels in both languages, one after the other.
He overhears her telling Steve one evening after a mission that it’s because she doesn’t want him to feel alienated any more than he does already. And even though it makes his stomach twist a little to be reminded that his brain is never entirely going to be the way it was before the fall, it reassures him that Natasha cares enough to do it.
And then one morning, while they’re fending off the newest alien threat to New York, she takes out one of his targets before he can, and “Too slow, James!” crackles into his earpiece in Russian in response to his muffled curse.
He snaps back with, “You little brat!” because it’s the first thing that comes to mind, and she actually laughs. Another of his targets goes down in a crackle of electricity before he can even get a proper sight on it.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, James! You’d think you were slipping up! Also, look behind you!”
Bucky cusses again and swings around to grapple the seven-foot-tall tentacle alien that somehow managed to (almost) get the jump on him while he was distracted. “Come over here and say that to my face, Natalia!”
“I can’t, I’m too busy cleaning up your mess while you fart around up there!”
“Natasha, Bucky, focus, please!” Steve butts into the conversation in his own heavily-accented Russian, and Bucky and Nat both quiet down and get back to work penning in the current threat.
Two minutes later, Bucky mutters, “Steve’s such a boring old man,” into the headset and grins at Nat’s abruptly-stifled cackle and Steve’s snort of indignation.
Ohmygosh, how amazing is this still that I randomly stopped on as I go to watch the fight on the bridge for literally the zillionth time? Steve is all “I GOT U NAT” and Natasha is just like get off me, I am going to fuck this guy up.
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
It’s days like this that I like to remember that the Irish government are ever proud of the Spire of Dublin.
It’s literally a 400 ft metal spike sticking out of the ground. It was supposed to be done for the new millennium but they didn’t start building it until 2002.
And it’s supposed to be self-cleaning but it doesn’t work and there’s no way to clean it.
not to mention it’s ‘unofficial name’
the erection at the intersection
I had to watch this a few times because I thought she grew twice the size after he pulled out her hair band
yes that’s the only strange thing about this gif
Me: So sometimes I'm a boy, but sometimes I'm a girl.
Grandma: I have enough idiot granddaughters already
Grandma: But I also have enough idiot grandsons, so having an idiot who isn't really either one is kind of refreshing.
My mom: Alex, can you come pick up these LEGOs?
Me: Yeah... *doesn't move at all*
Grandma: Katie, go pick up the LEGOs
Me: Yeah, alright *goes to pick up LEGOs*
Grandma: See, you addressed the boy, but I addressed the girl. Boys are lazy, girls get crap done.
#that’s it #that’s the entire character #’you can’t pick fights with people three times your size t hey’re gonna pummel you’ #’WE’LL SEE’ #’you can’t join the army steve #you’ll die #’you can’t go beyond enemy lines to rescue your friend steve it’s suicide #’you can’t save your brainwashed boyfriend he’s going to kill you’ #on va voir: an autobiography by steve grant rogers #’i didn’t sign up for this: a foreword by natasha romanoff’ (x)