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They all think that it’s a new hobby, and Steve lets them. But Bucky’s been able to do a mean cross-stitch since before Steve met him, said he learned it from his mother, and then it was something to bring in extra money, and then it’d been applied to sewing the rest of the Howlers up—
So Steve just buys threads and needles and listens to Bucky bitch about synthetics—Steve swears Bucky learns the internet just to buy his precious thread, and if Bucky thinks Steve isn’t going to make fun of him for that from here to kingdom come he’s got another thing coming.
And then Clint shows Bucky something from Etsy, and all Steve knows is he’s got a pillow that says FUCK YOU and a hand towel that says PUNK and somehow Dum-E ended up with a bib that says SMARTEST ONE IN THE ROOM that seems to have Tony torn between being infuriated and deeply, deeply amused.
"You can sell those," Clint points out helpfully one day, and then there’s a goddamn Etsy shop full of beautiful, delicately-done, incredibly profane cross-stitch.
"So you can start paying rent now," Steve says when Bucky crows about how much it’s making (it’s a lot. It’s way more than it should be).
Bucky turns wide, wounded eyes on him. “But—I thought you said not to worry about it.”
"Oh Christ," Steve mutters.
"I thought you said that while I was in recovery—"
"—that I shouldn’t worry, that I should focus on my hobbies and getting better and—"
"Please stop, Sam is going to walk in the door and think I’m actually re-traumatizing you."
"—this is is making me happy.”
"Fine!" Steve groans, throwing his hands up. "I’ll just keep you in the manner to which you’ve become accustomed, okay?"
"Yeah, that’d be great," Bucky says easily, and if he thinks Steve misses the sly smile he shoots at Natasha (who is clearly in the doorway only to observe how incredibly whipped Steve is), well. He’s a moron.
Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?”
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier.
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt.
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—”
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer."
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him.
I could have used this information over the last 29 years of my god damn life
My mom taught me to pack like this and she gets mad when I come to visit and sees that I don’t use it.
I need to remember this for uniforms.
Oh my god, I am learning this ASAP. HOW DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS BEFORE?!