copperbadge:jackironsides:svenyves:lasrina:bucky-plums-barnes:Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers:
copperbadge:jackironsides:svenyves:lasrina:bucky-plums-barnes:Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.HEADCANNON ACCEPTED. Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m sayingHAPPY SATURDAYParker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs. Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.) “Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove). “Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient. “Your grandma?” Parker asked. “Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said. “I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen. “Like snacks?”“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed. Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked. “No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!” (There is a readmore below. Read more!) Keep reading -- source link