Here's how Sam Wilson can spend his one week off: Sleeping on Steve's couch, worrying about his mother, replacing a roof in the Florida heat, being envious of Clint Barton's beautiful life, and putting up with Bucky Barnes' drinking, swearing, pranking, and aggressive pig-headedness. Or, he could just stay home. Sam is desperate enough that he decides to go with Option #1.

I've always wondered about that backward glance Rumlow gave the Winter Soldier while he was being tortured. Rumlow never seemed to me to be bad for the fun of it, but for the logic of it. Sure, he wasn't someone I'd want to run into in a dark alley, but if you think about it, his actions were reasonable for a man who believed in his mission.

What do you get nonagenarian supersoldiers with fat bank accounts for Christmas? Steve and Bucky reach out to their friends in Palacios Del Mar Retirement Community for suggestions.

Steve wants to do something special for Bucky's ninety-eighth birthday. They can't leave the state; they can't get drunk; and strippers are not an option. Steve opts for a road trip to the one city in Florida that's older than they are: St. Augustine. Check out Bucky's Tumblr: fkdupsnowman128b . tumblr . com !

Poor Bunny Schumacher. Her little dog, Murray, has a sore foot, but she can't afford a regular vet. Fortunately for her and her dog, there is a retired vet living just a few blocks away. See Bucky's Tumblr for pictures of Murray!

Bucky doesn't know why, but he's getting a lot of emails asking for his advice. A LOT of emails. Like, hundreds. From complete strangers. What the hell? He might as well answer them. A Thank-You appreciation fic in the Sarasotaverse for the inestimable Sheraiah, who is always there to listen when I need her. Love you, Dwarf.

There are certain expectations when it comes to a woman's first post-divorce sexual encounter. You expect flirting. You expect your friends to egg you on. You expect the bartender to have your back. You expect the man to buy you a drink. You don't usually expect the guy to have a metal arm.

It is a quiet night in the little house outside of Singer Salvage in Sioux Falls ... until all Hell breaks loose. This deviates slightly from canon in that Bobby did not kill his wife, and Rufus exorcised Karen when she was possessed. It explores their childlessness and gives them a peek into the future. Warnings for baby talk, Bobby's bad language, memories of physical abuse

Starting over, especially around the Holidays, can be tough. It can be even tougher when your best friend is Bucky Barnes.

The thing about Manhattan diners is, you can never tell who's gonna walk in the door. Bucky struggles to remember who and what he is while taking refuge in a quiet New York diner. But the world will simply not leave him alone.

Let's pretend Helmut Zemo never existed, 'kay? Forced into retirement by the accords, Steve moves himself and Bucky down to Florida for a well-deserved rest. Bucky doesn't handle retirement quite the way Steve expected. Mostly humor, but some angst too, because Bucky. Rated for language, booze, strippers, and the inappropriate use of crafting supplies. Coauthored with Sheraiah.

The inestimable Sheraiah pointed me to TeamDamon's fun (and hot!) threesome fic, "Yes Ma'am," and while I truly enjoyed reading it, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen when the events of that evening came to light ... Posted with the original author's permission (thank you, TeamDamon!) and Beta'ed by my LP Sheraiah, who is an awesome writer in her own right. All errors