"Birthday Headcanon Example"
[Text taken (and proofread) from original post on the Phucky Archive.]
Send in your birthday and I'll write a mini-fic or a headcanon or a scene to illustrate a headcanon related to Phucky or Phucky/Any! I'll get the ball rolling with mine. (I won't include the actual date, just the name of the chosen day.)
In my case, Donald Duck Day. Apparently. So here's an example.
Headcanon: In the spirit of dragging depressed ex-assassins out of the doldrums, Phil will engage them in serious discussions about seemingly inconsequential things. This extends to a debate over Looney Tunes characters, or Looney Tunes vs Disney. Obviously, someone's going to stick up for the grumpier characters such as Donald Duck, which results in a Valentine's Day card from Phil saying 'Will you be the Donald Duck to my Daisy Duck?'. Could seen it as Bucky/Phil or Bucky/Phil/Steve, or any other depressed super soldiers and/or ex-assassins the Avengers take in.
Bucky stared down at the card in his hand, and then went straight to find Phil, who was talking with Steve. Steve was also holding a Valentine's Day card, and looked just as confused as Bucky.
"You get one, too?" Bucky asked.
"Yeah," Steve said. "Who'd you get?"
"Phil."
"No, I meant as a character."
"Oh." Bucky held his up, and saw Phil's cheeks turning pink. "Donald Duck. Who'd you get?"
"Bugs Bunny. I don't think I need to tell you the inappropriate carrot analogy Phil used."
The agent's cheeks must've been burning by now, they were so red. "You both needed to be cheered up. I thought–"
"It was very sweet of you, Phil," Steve said seriously.
"Yeah, yeah."
"But I think you're gonna have to choose `tween us," Bucky said, leaning against the wall right beside Phil, who looked increasingly flustered.
"A-academic," Phil said. "Choosing would imply that there's a chance… that…" He looked from one to the other. Steve gave him a small smile, and Phil stroked the side of Phil's arm. "…Oh. Uh–"
"Well?" Steve said. Phil glanced between them again, swallowing, and then he straightened his spine.
"Why the hell should I choose?" he said. "If you'll excuse me, I have to be getting on with. I'll be at the Red Cup Café near SHIELD base around twelve-thirty. If either… or both… I mean, if anyone met me there… that's where I'll be."
Then he hurried off, and Bucky and Steve exchanged a wicked smile.
So I wrote this first one using my own birthday for the inspiration. I'll happily accept other people's birthday prompts, as long as I can post them on the Archive as well as in this series of fics.
Please review! This was for Donald Duck Day. Yes. That's a thing.