Category: white wolf


Bucky: Doll, do you trust me?

Tony: You’re not gonna try and kiss me again, are you?


Steve: Hey, you guys have any plans for Valentine’s Day?

Bucky: Three months from now? No.

Tony: What, no?

Bucky: I mean, secret romantic plans that would be ruined if I told you.


Tony: Steve’s friend, Bucky, stopped by and said “hello” and I said “hoo!”

Rhodey: Hoo?

Tony: Bucky


Rhodey: Then why did you ask?

Tony: Ask what?

Rhodey: Who?

Tony: Bucky



Steve: [about Tony] You slept with my godson?

Bucky: Yeah.

Clint: How could you? We had a pact!

Steve: Excuse me, I think “How could you? He’s my godson” takes precedence over a five year old pinkie swear.


[Rhodey sees Bucky kissing Tony]

Tony: C’mon, Honey, not in front of my best friend!

Rhodey: Relax, I’ve seen you do a lot worse with a lot stupider.


Tony: What kind of a teenager did you think I was?

Clint: Slutty.

Bucky: Easy.


The word is “popular”.


Bucky: Hi.

Tony: Hey.

Steve: We brought snacks for movie night.


Oh, great. I don’t suppose you also brought napkins, clean bowls, utensils and a roll of toilet paper.

Steve: Right here.


Ah, you guys are the best.


Clint: We should have a plan, in case one of us gets lucky.

Bucky: Okay. If I get lucky, I’ll take Tony to my stately manor outside Gotham city. And, if you get lucky, I’ll sleep on the moon.

Clint: Sounds like a plan.


Tony: Hey, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, because you’re sharpening that knife very intensely.

Bucky: [lifts up knife] It makes me feel better.



Bucky: Just act mature.

Steve: Okay.

[later on a date]

Tony: So what do you do for fun?

Steve: My taxes.

Bucky: [spying on them] What the hell?