Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn’t sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.
Warnings: None at this point.
Words: 548
Authors:Beast
A/N: I’ve decided to create my first Bucky’s POV story, hope y’all enjoy it.
“Who do you think you are?” Asks the voice deep inside his head.
I don’t know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they’re glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.
The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn’t mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.
He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.
Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.
“You’re nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed,” voice is getting louder and louder with every second.
SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You’re not real.
This time, however, the voice doesn’t seem to disappear. “Murderer. You’ve killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?
He gets up from the ground and hits the tree’s trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn’t pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.
But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You’re nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don’t ya worry, they’re coming for ya.”
He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He’s afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter’s trap. Are THEY really coming after him???
“Are you okay, sir?” An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. “Do you need help?”
He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.
“MURDERER.” The voice keeps humming. “MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!”
He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn’t care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn’t know anymore if he’s a human being whether a machine without emotions.
But there’s a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn’t recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.
“… till the end of the line…”
At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way…
Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.
Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone
Request by: Anonymous
Author: Cass and Beast.
It was a day like many else before. Bucky,
sitting on the couch at the Avengers’ Tower, was playing with a little object
in his hands.
Steve walked to him and looked at lil
object. “Is it Stark’s phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his
stuff.” Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.
“Yeaaah, I’ve heard all this before,
pal” Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the
screen. “I like to make him mad. Besides. It’s only a piece of metal and
glass.”
“A piece of metal and glass that is
really important for him, just like for everyone in these days.” Steve
only shrugged. “I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or
whatever… In our times we didn’t have stuff like this.” He muttered.
“Heh” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“That dude can’t spend even 5 minutes without this device. I’m curious
what he would do if I would hide it somewhere…” Bucky giggled under his
breath. “Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but
better.”
“One day he will kick you out of here.
You are cruel for him. Father’s day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words
"I love my dad” and you HAD to add “Sorry Tony” using
permanent marker.“ Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.
"What are you doing there?” He said and slowly looked at phone.
“Oh, c’mon Stevie!” Bucky poked
Steve’s leg. “I just wanna see his reaction” brunette got up and
looked around. “Maybe here…” he approached the bookshelf and when
he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen.
“Fuck!”
“Hey, hey!” with flash hand he
carefully moved his finger along the screen. “The fuck is that, Steve?
I’ve never seen something like that before..”
“It’s just a phone Bucky. I saw how
Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do
whatever he wants.”
“Lemma try this” Bucky, without a
blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. “Oh.. How many
numbers… Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations” Bucky chuckled
darkly.
Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of
his head. “Remember that those numbers can be also important for
him.” He said. “Maybe try to touch the other… lil picture on this
phone.” Steve said, he couldn’t help said he became a bit curious.
Bucky looked at his pal. “Really,
man?” he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve’s advice and he
touched another icon. “Shit, man, I’ve just started recording…
Wait!” Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. “Hi, Tony! Don’t
worry, your phone is a good hands!” Bucky waved to the camera.
“Just don’t kick him out Tony, please.
Turn it off back. Now” Steve muttered. “Gimme that.” Steve took
the phone and returned to the couch. “What else can be here..?” Man
said and looked at his friend.
Bucky eagerly followed his friend and
jumped on the couch. “Hey, I wanna see too!”
“Stark is gonna kill us pal.”
Steve smiled softly and opened phone’s gallery. “Oh… look at that,
photos… and there is our video… shell we look at all photos?”
“Are ya kidding me, Steve?!”
Bucky blinked. “Sure! We have to!” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around
Steve’s shoulders to see phone better.
Steve laughed shortly. “Sooo…”
He started look trough photos. “So… there is Pepper… Rhodey in
hospital… This new kid, Parker, and of course… photos with many different
women… Now you Buck.” Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.
“Pepper would be soooo mad” Bucky
pretended to be sad. “Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking
like a bird.” Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark’s twitter.
“You aren’t good in pretending.”
Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. “What is it, pal?”
“Once I saw how Stark was.. How he
said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing… Or something like
that..”
Steve only shook his head. “I think
I’m too old for this, Buck.”
“Me too… But..” Bucky managed
to use the keyboard.
STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO
After writing he presses on the “post
it” button. “Done.”
Steve laughed. “Soo! What now? Maybe
he has some music here? I’m wonder what is he listening to.”
Bucky tried to click another icon, but
somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. “Fuck
me.”
Steve blinked. “Yea! I told you.”
He frowned. “What now?”
“PAAAARKEEEEERRR!” Bucky yelled
loudly.
“Really, Buck. What he’s gonna do? He
is just a kid.” Steve muttered looking at his friend.
“PARKER, move your lazy ass
here!!!” Bucky yelled again.
“What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or
something else what is very evil?!” Peter jumped into room really
surprised and confused.
“Catch it, kid!!” Bucky threw
crushed phone at Parker’s direction.
“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark’s phone…
What have you done?“ He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault.” He
pointed at Bucky.
“Traitor” Bucky poked Steve’s
shoulder. “I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this..
So.. None of my fault” he giggled.
“Um…” Peter looked at Bucky
even more confused.
Steve sighed deeply. “Bucky, he is
just a kid. You can’t treat him like this.”
Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. “Go to
your room. I will take care of this.”
Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the
room.
~Few hours later~
"My phone… Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into
every place where he could possibly left his phone.
Kitchen -no.
Bathroom – no.
living room – no.
Bedroom – no.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it
for me?” He muttered deeply annoyed.
“I can’t do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers
left something in your office.”
Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office.
He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note.
Tony walked closer and saw that this ‘something’ was his phone. Crushed.
He looked at the note.
"Hey, Tony… Your phone had small accident… Bucky is sorry. –
Steve”
Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.
“BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
TOUCHING MY STUFF!”
Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with
Bucky at all.
He saw her few times. They passed each other like a
ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the
woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even
talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.
He easily could feel that everything has changed.
Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that.
He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.
Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.
Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate
men from each other.
Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has
built up between him and Steve.
Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in
a premonition that something was wrong.
While he was looking for Steve, he heard a
conversation between two of the guards in canteen.
“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.
“I would give everything to be at his place at the
moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.”
“Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky
dude, isn’t he?”
“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain
Hydra now” older guy shrugged.
Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation.
He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily?
Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?
Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.
EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without
single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?
He couldn’t find an answer.
One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one
of the lowest levels of the complex.
There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and
no one else but Aiden Black himself.
“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked
viciously.
Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in
front of the man.
“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a
concern.
“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.
Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.
“He left. He has more important things to do instead
sitting here with you” man said.
Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.
“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He
wouldn’t…”
Black smirked again.
“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting
dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you
said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it,
Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us
and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the
room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back
and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned
down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a
lot of fun with your Em.”
The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife
stabbed into Bucky’s chest.
Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking
face.
Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they
would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.
“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly,
wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”
When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting
the table in front of him with his metal fist.
Evening had long since fallen, the
chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made
his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed
shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.
He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his
supervisors down.
Steve had to kill a director of some organization
named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was
willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only
knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.
He knew he should be careful, because, following the
information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their
own businesses.
Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the
terrain of the restricted area.
The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed
doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first
moment.
With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a
large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed
directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.
Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he
checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along
it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked
inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.
Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the
leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him
with his back.
Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly
as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next
second.
It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.
Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the
room, putting his knife back into his pocket.
He also easily managed to leave the building.
It was first time when he killed someone because of an
order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to
convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts
away.
He walked slowly along the street, heading to his
apartment, which Hydra has rented for him.
The barking of a dog jarred him from
his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold,
scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife
was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable
hands.
Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps,
ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and
calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although
he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any
passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline.
The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only
time would tell..
Click. The sound of
the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving
with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of
light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve
plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that
quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade
deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent
of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.
Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from
Robrax.
The haphazard discharge of the weapon
had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every
person within a two block radius. I need to
escape.
The man collapsing into a pool of his
own blood, not dead but not quite alive.
If there was one there had to be
more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps
before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building.
The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his
feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next
to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of
wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely
into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him
startled him.
The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like
ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting
into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d
been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive.
The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put
him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their
secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.
Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and
“He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain
was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that
slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried
to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to
the apartment.
As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him,
shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding
another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it,
his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was
produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision
he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap,
not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped
wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled
to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.
Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the
darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive.
Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of
blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long
he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body
operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar
building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs,
which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of
stairs.
His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice.
The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood,
which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.
The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly
insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the
floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur
of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was
too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would
have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock,
and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the
lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.
With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to
the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His
vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of
hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of
the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and
he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He
tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to
the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to
the wall.
Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it,
gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a
few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was
inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.
Emily Vandom.
His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was
collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint,
lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his
throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it,
and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with
it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected,
but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.
Bucky and Steve are still at Hydra’s base. Days are passing by and their situation isn’t changing. But Bucky seems to not care about it. He cares about something else. Or rather SOMEONE…
Word Count: 4296
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex
From then on out Steve’s training really began. Each day he had lessons in German, Russian, tactics, as well as weaponry training and different forms of hand-to-hand. Steve’s least favorite lessons were the ones on the organization known as SHIELD, because apparently his friends were the founders, and he absolutely hated the idea of working to destroy something they’d built, even if it was for the sake of Bucky. Steve wasn’t sure, how much time had passed since they were kidnapped. Days were blending into each other. Everyday he was wiped again, they wanted to stay in control over him, but Rogers remembered. Everything from his previous life. Steve was given a list of SHIELD’s top agents, Hydra’s own little ‘Most Wanted’ list, and forced to memorize all of their strengths and weaknesses, and how best to take them down. The months passed slowly. Steve rarely saw Bucky, since most of the time they kept him in something called cryo, which was basically them just freezing him to keep him in stasis and make him live longer. However, whenever Bucky was off cryo, Steve tried to make him feel like as much of a person as possible, sitting with him while he ate and training with him. It made Steve very sad to do, since Bucky was unresponsive to everything he said unless he phrased it as an order, which Steve absolutely refused to do.
One day, five months after seeing Bucky for the first time since they had been kidnapped, Steve had just gotten back from a mission and was grabbing a bite to eat in the small kitchen off the gym. He preferred it because he could be alone with his thoughts, instead of in the large mess hall. Then Bucky entered. It wasn’t that unusual, Bucky usually got his meals from that kitchen, too, when he was awake. So Steve said hello to him like he always did, not expecting a reply. Bucky turned and stared directly at Steve after grabbing a sandwich. Steve stared back, surprised, Bucky’s gaze rarely narrowed in on Steve, even if he was looking at him he wasn’t focused on Steve. But in that moment… he was.“Buck?” Steve ventured cautiously, putting down his bowl of cereal and taking a few steps closer to his friend. “Do you…do you see me, Bucky?”“I know you” Bucky said absently, voice rough from disuse. The words were a statement, but the way his voice went up at the end made it seem like a question.“Yeah, Buck” Steve said, unable to keep the relief from his voice. He walked closer until he was right in front of Bucky, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky’s eyes darted from that hand and back to Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you know me. I’m your friend.“Bucky was silent for a minute, the seconds ticking away in Steve’s head, and then he spoke again."Your mother… her name was Sarah?” Steve grinned and nodded eagerly. “And my sister…her name was Rebecca?” Once again Steve nodded. “Steve?"Steve didn’t wait any longer, he pulled Bucky into a hug at the vulnerable turn of his words, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’ve got you, Buck. I’m with you ‘till the end of the line.”
After that, Bucky began remembering much more, becoming more and more like himself each day. There would be times when something triggered him and he would fall back into The Winter Soldier mode, practically erasing all of their progress. But he always came back to himself, sometimes after an hour, sometimes after a week, but he always came back. They did their best to keep it hidden from the Hydra agents, but anyone with eyes could see that most of the time Bucky was there, the lifeless stare he used to adjurn completely gone. Steve didn’t know why everyone was letting it go, even Black, while talking at Bucky like he always did, didn’t comment on the new Bucky.
Bucky was sleeping in his small room at the second floor of the Complex Zero. It was one of these moments when he could has his own makeshift of a freedom. Suddenly he heard a loud, annoying noise. An alarm. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, he sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His door has been opened by one of the soldiers. ‘Move your fucking ass, Winter, there’s a fire in the warehouse of ammunition” man has said, before he ran further to wake others up. Bucky quickly put on a grey tight shirt and black, military pants. On top he put his tactical bulletproof vest, just in case. He left the room and apace he ran to the point of an ingathering. Most of the guards, soldiers and technicians were there yet. In the crowd Bucky immediately noticed Steve. Brunette went to the Captain, but before he could say anything, a huge explosion has interrupted them. Few men just fell on the ground covered in a snow, they have been hit by shards of a broken windows. Bucky noticed few more familiar figures on the horizon. Aiden Black, his two loyal soldiers and a redhead woman. They were running into the direction of the square, where rest of the people were gathered. Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the little building, the world became illuminated. In the distance, everyone could see a thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky was now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Bucky blinked few times, before he spoke.“What has happened?” he gave Steve a brief glance.“I’m not sure, Buck. I’ve heard as guards were saying it has to be someone from us who set fire to here” Steve’s voice was trembling a bit, from emotions. Bucky knew it was a brilliant chance to escape. In all that turmoil they could easily sneak out of the Complex and tried their luck in nearest wood. At the second hand, they were in a place they didn’t know. They could get lost, they could fall at one of Hydra’s little branches…There was too many options. To many potential dangers. Without a good plan even he an Steve wouldn’t make it. A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. It was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they tried to hide somewhere, while the management called for a help of firefighters. Meantime, the newborn flames licked the oxygen with their wrath and fury. Refusing to be contained, they danced orange and yellow reaching hungrily for fuel. After few more moments the fire overtook the main building. Everyone witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone nearby. Fortunately, no one got harmed in the fire. Whole headquarter’s building has been destroyed completely.That was the reason, because of which Black decided to move all people to the little city named Yuryung-Khaya.
Owing to the extreme northern location, Yuryung-Khaya had a cold and dry polar climate with severely cold winters and cool summers. The village was situated on the right bank of the Anabar River, shortly before it flows into the Laptev Sea. The village economy was based around agriculture, specifically reindeer herding, fishing and other farming. It was just a perfect place to ran organization like Hydra. Villagers weren’t interested in a newcomers, they all had their own stuff to deal with. It turned, that Hydra was preparing that localization since rather long time period. A three miles behind the village a huge military complex has been built. It even had its own airport. But it was only a cover, just in case if some of the villagers would be too curious. The real base was located a mile aside of the complex. From the outside the secret base appeared to be an abandoned storage barn. Rusty barrels of noxious chemicals were littered around the entrance, each labelled with a skull and crossbones. Tall weeds grew between the stones and the fence was almost falling over, hardly high security. Nobody cared about what was above ground. Underground it was a different story. There was a maze of titanium rooms, each either buzzing with computers or loaded with the latest in weaponry. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the staff wore electronic chips under their skin. Guards came and went through the tunnel that lead into the back of a complex. There were several different room types. Bucky quickly had to deal with one of them, namely the interrogation room. As Steve, he was suspected to set a fire to the Complex Zero and he had to be interrogated. By Aiden Black himself..The room was small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The window was located just beneath ceiling. The view was at the little meadow above the underground complex. The walls were cream and bare. The light outside was now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room. Barnes pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, his body immediately uncomfortable, his tongue already asking for a drink of water. His throat was tight and sticky with kind of a fear.
The door opened and slammed shut, making the brunette jump a little with the only slack he had. “Good day, soldier. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?“ it was Aiden Black, dressed in a black tight suit with a grey shirt under his jacket. Bucky nodded slowly, he didn’t want to have troubles, so he was trying to be as polite as he only could. “Tell me, Barnes, who set the fire to Complex Zero?” the man said crankily seating himself into the chair opposite to Bucky. Barnes stayed silent. “TELL ME” Black repeated sternly. Bucky felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. Suddenly Black rose from his chair and leaned forward, he wrapped his large hands around the Bucky’s throat and squeezed. He easily raised brunette off the ground. Bucky kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Black dropped him to the ground. "I know you had something in common with that fucking situation” Black growled slowly, his glance still at Bucky. After a moment of silence he was lead out while Bucky sat, panting for breath.
Several days have passed.
The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly his grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him as if God himself had put it to sleep.
Bucky was spending his days mostly at trainings. If he had some free time, he was walking around the Complex, trying to find himself something productive to do.
At the dinner, when all people were gathered in a social canteen, Steve and Bucky were sitting at the single table, enjoying their meal.
All talks have faded in a second, when the redhead woman entered the canteen. She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. She was holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand and she brought a newspaper with her under her arm. She took a place at the table in the left corner of the room and she started to read as soon as she sat down.
Steve noticed that Bucky became soundless. “Buck.. is everything alright?” blonde asked carefully, not taking his eyes of his friend.
Bucky mumbled something, waving his hand. His eyes were still at the redhead. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning and with every day he was finding himself more interested in that woman.
She was definitely his type of ideal woman. Strong, confident, but charming and delicate at the same moment.
Steve smiled sadly. “You know she’s by THEIR side” he reminded gently, putting his palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time, Buck. It’s not a woman for you”
Bucky has been dragged out of his thoughtfulness by Steve’s words. Brunette turned his head to Rogers and frowned a bit. “Stop it, Steve. Let me decide by my own, what’s good and what’s bad for me” Bucky’s face tensed as he sighed deeply, he ran his fingers through his thick hair. Steve shook his head slightly. “Easy, Bucky… I just meant you should think before you’ll engage yourself too much in that” Captain measured Bucky with his blue eyes. “I just wanted to give you my advice..” “But I wasn’t asking for it” Bucky snarled coldly and got up from the table, leaving his unfinished meal. “I wanna be alone” he added quietly.
Bucky went straight to the door to the canteen, but before he left, he stopped in a door frame. He felt a blustery glance on himself, so he turned his head to check, who was looking at him.
Bucky’s heart raced a bit when he realized, it was the redhead woman, who was observing him.
He spent rest of the evening at a workout. He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he has been working hard enough.
That was when he heard the door has opened with a characteristic creak. Bucky lifted his head and looked back above his shoulder. He tried to keep his face straight, but it was hard.
Few steps from him a redhead woman was standing, crossing her arms at her chest.
“What the hell do you want?” He asked, trying to sound as cold as always. “I’m kinda busy.” Woman smirked a bit, standing still. “I have to drive to the city. Some kind of business. I need a help.” Bucky frowned in a confusion. “And how am I supposed to help ya?” man asked coldly, pulling up a barbells. Redhead rolled her eyes, still standing in a place. “I need a ride. I don’t have a driving licence” she explained openly, taking lock of her hair behind an ear. Bucky let out a wryly laugh before he spoke. “And what I’ll receive in a repayment?” brunette asked simply, not looking at the woman. She laughed harshly. “You’ll gain a few hours outside a base. It’s a aboveboard deal, isn’t it?” she said. “I can guarantee, that you won’t regret it.”
Bucky was thinking for a while, pretending he wasn’t interested at all. But deep inside his soul there was a war between different emotions. Call of a freedom was much stronger then he thought, though.
“Deal.” Bucky looked briefly at her. He put barbells down and stretched his back. Redhead woman gave him a little smile. “I’m glad we have an agreement.”
She was about leaving the room, but before she did, redhead turned to face brunette once again. “By the way, my name is Emily Vandom” her mouth corners raised a bit. “See you at 8pm at the main gate.”
She left him in a thoughtfulness, exhausted by a hard workout.
He came on tick.
She was waiting at him, sitting on a hood of a black old Mustang. As soon as Emily spotted Bucky, she jumped off the hood with ease. She was dressed in a tight short black dress and high heels.
She measured him with an interested glance. “Hi” she greeted Bucky, tilting her head. “Nice jacket.”
Bucky was dressed rather casually. It was something new, because he used to wear only military pants and oversized t-shirts. But now he had a black boots, tight dark jeans and grey tight shirt under black leather jacket.
Emily threw keys at him and he easily caught them. Woman turned around and got to the car, taking a passenger seat next to the driver.
When they were driving to the city, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Where exactly are ya going?” Bucky asked, he was focused on a gravely road. Emily, who was leaning her forearm against the window, mumbled. “It’s none of your business” she said simply, not even looking at him. Bucky was silent for a while. “Hey. I’m involved. I’m here, driving you, so I’m expecting at least a bit of sincerity” man growled with an annoyance. Emily sighed deeply. “If I will tell you, I’ll have to kill you” her voice was soft as always. Bucky rolled his eyes. They stayed silent till the end of the drive.
After some time, Emily came out of the little building. They were somewhere in a city, car has been parked at the little parking lot as brunette was waiting at her. Bucky was leaning his metal limb on a roof of the car, smoking a cigarette. He heard clicking of her Hugh heels and he turned to her. “Finally"he rolled his eyes.
They both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”.
He put the window down, turned the music up and they were off to begin their way back to the Complex.
"Wait..” Emily bit her lower lip. “Listen.. I don’t want to go back there. Not yet at least” she dared to gave him a look. Bucky lifted his brow a bit. “What do you mean?” Emily stretched her forearms. “There’s a little cosy pub nearby. C’mon. Let’s have few drinks. I need it. And I bet you do too.”
Bucky wasn’t thinking too long. He agreed on her proposition, only because he also didn’t want to go back to base. The night was still young.
They had a good time together. And Bucky had to admit, that this woman was spinning his head round and round. She even managed to pull him on a little dance floor, where they were swaying into rhythm of a music. Bucky caught himself at grabbing Emily’s hips a bit too roughly in that dance, but girl didn’t seem to mind it.
The drinks began flowing and the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. They swiftly closed their bar tab and headed back to the black Mustang.
Once they were in the car, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Let’s go have some fun” he said in a low voice. Emily looked hardly into his blue eyes, she bit inside of her cheek, but she gave a nod. They peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night. They turned down an old dirt road. He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.
She then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants. She unzipped his pants and pulled out Bucky’s hard dick. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck on it. She slid her tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls. Up and down… Up and down his cock went down her throat. “Yes, babe that’s it” Bucky moaned loudly. She felt Bucky grabbed a handful of her hair and pull it tight. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing his dick to slide closer to the back of Emily’s throat. She spit on his cock, making it so wet, then she opened her mouth wider and went back to work.
He yelled. “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop, little bitch!“ She felt his dick pulsating as she moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen "Oh, fuck!” he grunted and began to erupt his load into her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed his cum, slowly licking corners of her mouth. “You taste good..” she whispered, lifting herself up to kiss him passionately. He could still tasted himself on her rosy lips..
He opened the door and got out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He got down on his knees, grabbing her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed her back against the console. Bucky gripped her hips and pulled them closer. He slided up her tight dress and pulled down her lacy panties. Slowly he rubbed his hands up her thighs and forced her legs to open. “Now it’s your turn..” Bucky said as he began to bury his face into her yet wet pussy.
“Oh yes!” Emily moaned as he hit the right spot. It felt so good to feel his tongue circling around on her clit. He was more than experienced. “Your pussy is so wet” he mumbled between licks. Emily felt how his strong hands were squeezing her breast tightly. She felt as he was sucking on her clit as he sticked two of his fingers into her pussy and thrusted them in and out. “Yes.. Yes.. Right there..” she begged, diving her long fingers into his brown hair. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go deeper. Emily’s legs began to shake as she feel her orgasm.
“I want you to cum in my mouth” he asked openly, licking still as viciously as at the beginning. Her whole body became numb as she went through her orgasm and released her hot wet cum all over his face.
Slowly he stopped moving his tongue and began to softly suck on her pussy. He gave her pussy one last kiss as he knew he has satisfied her.
Bucky stood up and took off his shirt and he pulled his cock out of his jeans. He pulled her out the car and ripped off her dress. “Mmm… you have a tattoo..” he moaned into her ear from behind.
Emily had a tattoo in a shape of a wolf between her blade-bones.
Emily felt her ass was pressed against the stang as she was forced against the front of the car. He turned her around and bended her naked body over the top of the hood. Bucky spreader her legs and slowly slided his penis into her tight wet pussy.
“Fuck!” Emily couldn’t help but yelled loudly as soon as he went into her deeper and deeper. His dick felt amazing inside her and she craved more.
“I love your tight pussy” he growled as he squeezed her ass and pounded into her deeper. “You’re fucking hot, slut” he moved his metal arm at her breasts, squeezing them harshly.
She felt his dick throbbing in her as he went faster and faster. She didn’t want him to stop…
He pulled her up and turned her around toward him. He put her on the hood of the car. As she laid down she felt him pulling her ass toward him. She wrapped her legs around him and quenched her thighs tightly. He grabbed a hold of Emily’s hips and slided his cock back in. “Ahhhh!“ she heard him grunted as he got the whole thing in. Redhead felt like his balls were hitting her ass.
“Harder” she moaned aloud. She didn’t care there was cold outside. She only cared of being fucked harder. Emily felt her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was nearing her orgasm.
“I want you to cum all over my cock, slut” Bucky’s voice was nothing more than an order. "Yes, soldier” Emily closed her eyes, trying to hold a pleasure back. But she couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Fuck, I’m Cumming!” she cried heavily as she felt her warm cum was gushing onto him.
Bucky started pounding in her harder and deeper. Faster and faster “Babe, I’m gonna cum..” Bucky grabbed her hips tightly, squeezing them hardly, especially with his metal hand. He rammed it deep in her for one last time before he cum.
Their seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.
Bucky leaned down and kissed her roughly, pulling her closer by her waist. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily..”
Woman blinked. He used her name.
She felt a blush appeared on her cheeks, so she gently pushed him back and jumped of the hood, grabbing her dress and putting it on as fast as she could.
Bucky also improved himself, he put on his shirt before he turned to face her. Zipping his jeans, he measured her body with lustful glance.
“Bucky..” She swallowed, standing with her back to him. “I.. we shouldn’t..” But she wasn’t able to end her sentence.
Barnes came to her, he took her into his arms and turned her to him, then he leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips. She melted in that kiss. She wanted it to last forever…
It was a new beginning. A new start. For both of them.
Summary: Long time after events of CW Bucky returned to normal life. He even addopted little girl. After many years of calm life girl’s old problems return.
Word Count: 832
Warnings: none
[A/N] So… it’s short… But I was thinking over this long time. I hope you all gonna like it.
Bucky
sighed heavily and flopped on couch.
It was middle of the night and He just returned home…
There was a reason for him to return.
Bucky slowly got up and went to kitchen. Suddenly He heard loud scream from one
of the bedrooms. Man quickly rushed to bedroom and opened door.
Bucky looked inside and sighed sadly when He saw young girl sitting on bed.
She was the reason.
The reason for him to return home every evening.
His daughter.
His girl.
His everything.
Bucky went inside and sat on bed
“Andrea… Angel, what’s wrong.” He asked and pulled girl into a hug.
Andrea sighed heavily and hugged to him tight, girl started cry.
Bucky only rubbed her head
“You are warm… I think you have fever… Again.” He said quietly and girl only
nodded.
After few hour when Andrea was finally asleep again
Bucky noticed that She still had glove on her right hand, He shook his head and
slowly removed glove, revealing silver metal hand.
After few minutes Bucky was again sitting in living room, thinking what to do now.
He got up from couch and walked to phone to call Steve.
He was waiting at Steve to pick up but he only heard voice of young boy
“Um… H-Hello..”
Bucky blinked and smiled softly
“Hey Grant… Sorry that I woke you up. Can you give me Steve… I need to talk
with him.” Bucky muttered softly
“Hi Mr. Barnes… Sorry… But dad still didn’t returned home.” Boy said.
Bucky nodded and sighed softly “Okay, thanks kiddo. Please, when He will be
back tell him I want meet with him. Good night.” He said.
“Sure… No problem, Mr. Barnes… Good night.”
Bucky sighed and put his phone away.
He went to bathroom to take shower, later He went to bed.
At
morning Bucky was in kitchen, Making breakfast when Andrea came to kitchen.
Bucky smiled at girl “Good morning sweetheart. I wasn’t home really long time
yesterday… So I decided to make your favorite pancakes with fruits.” He said
happily but his happiness quickly faded.
Girl didn’t say a word she only sat on a chair and looked at her tea.
“Here you go…” Bucky said quietly and put plate in front of girl.
She only nodded “Thanks dad… I will eat in my room.” Andrea said and took
plate.
Bucky sighed sadly and shook his head, watching his daughter.
Bucky meet with Steve at small cafe.
“Hey Buck.” Steve said happily and sat at the chair “Grant told me you wanted
met. Something’s wrong? Something’s wrong with Andrea?” He asked a bit worried.
Bucky only nodded “Yes… This happen with her again Steve… nightmares, fevers…
With every day… She close herself more.” He said with voice full of worries.
Steve sighed and shook his head “Bucky… What you were expecting? You were
warned that this can return… We don’t know what THEY put into her head.”
Steve muttered
In this moment Bucky lost his hope for support from his best friend.
Somewhere
deep inside him something just snapped
“For fuck’s sake Steve! She was only five years old when We found her. Now she
is 17 it was fucking 12 years without bigger problems… Why this returned now?!
I don’t want lose my daughter.” Bucky growled.
“She
Is Not Your Daughter Buck. You good knew that this can return. You are
only her guardian. You are not her FATHER. You will have to take her back to
S.H.I.E.L.D.” Steve said.
Bucky sighed and rubbed his eyes
He felt so helpless. It was all true, Andrea wasn’t his biological daughter but
He really didn’t cared about this.
Bucky raised her since she was small
girls and He loved her just like his own daughter “But I don’t want to… I just…
I can’t.” Man said sadly.
Steve rolled his eyes “You will have to do this, pal. There is no other way.”
Bucky just got up and left Steve alone at cafe.
Bucky returned home and saw Andrea
sitting on a stairs.
“Hey angel… What’s up?”
She sighed sadly with tears in eyes
“I tried to be friends with girls from neighborhood… They… They said I’m
a freak…” Andrea said looking at her meta hand
“Why… Why I am different dad..?” She asked looking at Bucky sadly.
Man smiled at girl sadly.
He knew this feeling, it took him few years to live among normal people.
Guy with metal arm was big ‘attraction’ but in bad meaning.
It hurt him when He saw Andrea in such a mood
“Sweetheart. You aren’t different. You are special… Just like your old father.”
He smiled and sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder.
Girl smiled sadly and hugged to him “I love you daddy.” She said quietly.
Bucky already felt that her mood change, He hugged her back “I love you too,
angel. You are my treasure… My little star. I will never leave you.” Bucky
whispered, stroking Andrea’s hair.
Summary: Bucky and Steve woke up in Hydra’s base… nothing gonna be so easy now.
Word Count: 2765
Warnings: none
He slowly opened his eyes, looking around with unconscious glance. He was in a little room. He almost immediately recognized that place. It was his room in Hydra’s base. “Fuck..” Bucky cursed under his breath, slowly sitting at the edge of bed. His head was hurting so badly, he had dizzy.
Few minutes have passed before he was able to rise from his seat. He walked to the door unsteadily, leaning his metal hand against a cold wall for a support. He put hand at a handle and he tried to opened the door, but he quickly realized they were locked.
“Not so quick, soldier” a soft voice came to his ears from behind. He turned around and frowned. From the shadow of his room appeared a figure. Redhead female. “You…” he growled, his hands clenched into fists. The woman took a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smirked, her eyes were glowing in a dim light falling to the room throughout a little window placed under the ceiling. “And who were you expecting, soldier?” she asked in a soft voice. “Someone competent” he snapped angrily in response. Another wave of a terrible headache caused, that Bucky almost lost his balance, so he leaned his back against the metal door. Female laughed, but her laugh was cold like a ice needles. “So here I am, soldier” girl without any signs of a hesitation took a seat at Bucky’s bed, her eyes were still on him. “If you think that someone from captaincy will come to bargain, you’re fucking wrong, honey.” “Don’t call me that, fucking slatch” he threw her an angry glance, what only caused another wave of her laugh. “Where’s Steve?” Woman slowly, with a grace, crossed her legs. “Our doctors are taking care of him now” she said with a shrug. “So will they about you too, soon.”
Bucky took a deep breath. He only wanted to break her neck, but it wouldn’t help at the moment. He needed to invent a good plan, if he wanted to help himself and Steve. “Get out” he finally snarled, not even looking at the woman. “I wanna be alone.”
Redhead was sitting still for a moment, then she slowly rose from the place and with a swing in her hips, she approached him. He didn’t see a fear in her. She was a weapon. So was he. At least they had something in common… He frowned again, when her palm has rested at his metal limb. Her fingers traced a way down, to his palm. “You see, soldier. That’s our fate. To be alone” she said, her blue eyes shifted over his body to finally rest at his face.
He couldn’t bear it any longer, he couldn’t bear her glance, so gently but decisively he pushed her back. “Don’t touch me” Bucky muttered quietly, this time he didn’t run away with his own glance. He was looking hardly into her eyes. If this was a test of strength, he couldn’t gamble away…
A little smile crept onto her lips, before she nodded slightly. “Move away” she ordered coldly, so he did. He shifted aside, making a space at door. Female opened the door with a little golden key, which she pulled out of her pocket. She didn’t look at him, when she was leaving his room. She didn’t even look around, when she was walking along the long corridor, with that sweet swing in her hips. She was so hipnotizing…
Bucky was surprised that she didn’t lock his door again, but deep inside he knew it could be nothing more but trap, so he decided to not risk too much. He closed the door and he walked to his bed. He sat on the mattress, letting out a deep sigh. That woman started to annoy him. She was too confident. Too reinless. He thought that she has been through same tortures he has been through for all those years. Bucky slowly laid his head at the single pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He closed eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the sleep wouldn’t want to come to him. Bucky’s thoughts were still going about Steve. He couldn’t stop it. But finally, after several minutes, he fell asleep.
He had a nightmare. He was in a room filled with darkness. He heard a familiar voice. “Till the end of the line, Buck.” In next moment he felt a blade stabbed his heart.
He woke up, covered in a cold sweat. He had to find Steve.
Steve woke up groggy and very unsure of where he was. There were voices around him but Steve couldn’t make out what they were saying, and there were metal bands being secured to different parts of his body, locking him in place in what felt like a chair. Something was shoved into his mouth.
The murmur of voices suddenly cut off and then…
PAIN.
The most intense pain Steve had ever felt, radiating throughout his head. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was all consuming, keeping him from thinking about anything except the pain. Eventually, the pain stopped. And then, after a while, it started up again.
Steve opened his eyes slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the new light. When there were no more spots in his eyes he could see a tiled ceiling above him, florescent lights spaced evenly throughout it.
After a few moments of wondering, Steve sat up and looked around. He was lying in a small bed in a small room. It felt familiar, looking similar to a single hospital room.
Suddenly some unfamiliar figure entered to the room. “Captain, it’s very good to see you awake” the man’s voice was smooth and he took a few extra steps into the room. Steve stood up to greet him, and shook his hand when the man offered his. “Where am I?” Steve asked simply, trying to remember, who that man might be. “You’re in the Complex Zero” man uttered slightly. “You’re working for our organization, Captain.” Steve’s brow went up in a consternation when four armed soldiers entered the room, taking places next to the door.
Steve cleared his throat anxiously. “If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what exactly is going on?” Man looked him over for a few moments, before he spoke. “Captain Rogers, we are going to reveal to you some information that you’re really not going to like. But, once you understand, I believe that you will see that we are on the right side of this.” Steve only felt more confusion. “Of course, Sir… I’m sure whatever you have to tell me can’t be that bad…right?” “Alright, Captain Rogers” man sighed, “the truth of the matter is that we work for an organization, in fact, I’m one of the heads of said organization, that fights against what you might consider ‘the right thing.’ We fight for the people, if you give people too much freedom, such horrible things can happen. Two World Wars, for example, and so many other wars. Our organization’s purpose is to help the world’s population in making the decisions that they are not ready to make. We do good work, Captain Rogers.”
Steve frowned. “I…don’t understand” he admitted. “Why would I be against that? I mean, it just sounds like you’re doing what a government would do, right? You’re making the big decisions so everyone else doesn’t have to. Isn’t that what our government has always done?”
One of the soldiers smiled widely. “Precisely, Captain Rogers. We’re just doing what anyone else would do.”
“So…why, exactly, would I be against it?” Everyone in the room tensed ever so slightly. After a few tense moments, man in the suit sighed. “Because we go by the name Hydra, Captain.”
For a few seconds it was so silent. Then Steve was in motion, sprinting towards the door. People cursed, and Steve felt two pairs of hands clamp down on him. He managed to yank out of three of the hands, but one had a good grip and didn’t let go of his shirt. Steve reached the door anyway, but there was nothing he could do – the door was biometrically locked. Steve whirled around, coming face to face with the soldier, who owned the hand still grasping his shirt. Steve slammed a fist into the man’s face, which made him stumble away, but then another man was suddenly there,throwing punches and kicking out.
When the two of them managed to pin him, there was the slight pinch on his neck of a needle sliding in, and after another moment, his vision faded to black.
It has been three or four days since the moment, when he and Steve have been captured by Hydra. Bucky couldn’t bear with the feeling of an anxiety about Steve, so he decided to try to find his friend. Using the fact his doors weren’t locked, Bucky slowly opened them and walked at the corridor. He looked around, but there were no guards or soldiers, so brunette apace walked ahead.
I’m wasted… All I wanna do is find you. I’m faded… All I wanna do is save you.
All the corridors were similar, but he was taking the way instinctively. He knew that place as his own pocket. It was easy for him to find a correct way to the laboratory level. He had a feeling that Steve was there.
Bucky rapidly opened the huge metal door at the end of one of the corridors and he needed to blink few times. An alburnum of the next corridor has blinded him for a while. When his eyes got used to it, he started to walk along the corridor, faster and faster with each step.
Suddenly he heard a loud scream and he recognised the voice. It was Steve. Bucky ran ahead, as fast as he only could. At the end of the corridor he fell at few guards, they were trying to stop him, but Bucky attacked them with all his might. As soon as they all were down, he forced the door in and he steeped into the small room. There was only a huge window opposite him, so Barnes walked to it. He looked through it and paled.
He saw a huge laboratory room. There was a single metal chair in the middle of the room. And there Steve was sitting… Bucky hitted in the window few times, but it was a bulletproof tempered glass. It only caused that few doctors raised their heads to give him a look. Bucky was cursing loudly, still hitting the window’s glass. He sweared to himself that he’ll kill them all. For what they did to Steve…
There was also a man, dressed in a black suit. He threw Bucky a rude gaze, a mischief grin appeared on man’s face.
Suddenly Bucky felt a strong blow in the back of his head. He fell in the ground, loosing his senses.
“Any progress?” Steve knew that voice, but he couldn’t place where from.
“It’s the same each day. The first six hours after the wipe are perfect, he’s just like The Soldier, taking orders without question, doing anything and everything we require of him. However, after that, he continuing gets better and better until, at twenty-four hours, he’s the same man he was before the wipe. We’re at eleven hours right now. It’s quite remarkable, really, the way the serum in his blood works, regenerating his brain cells again and again without fault.”
There was a sound of annoyance, and then there was a hand on his chin, lifting his head. Steve blinked blearily, his vision a little foggy, and looked up at the sort-of-familiar face now hovering in front of him. It was a man in suit, with glasses, who was looking at him curiously.
“Are you in there, Captain?” the man’s mouth moved and the words came out, but they seemed disconnected in Steve’s mind. Steve didn’t know how to reply to the words, didn’t particularly understand what they meant, so he just stared back at the man and tried to remember where he’d seen him before. Nothing was clicking, so Steve gave up on trying, it would come back to him eventually. Probably…
Steve yanked against the metal bands restraining him to the chair, glaring at all of the technicians in the room. They all seemed to be waiting for something, none of them meeting his eyes. Frankly, Steve didn’t really know why they weren’t wiping him again, that’s what they always did when he fully regained himself again. Steve didn’t quite know why, if they knew he was going to get his fully memory back after twenty-four hours, why keep trying? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
Finally, the door to the room slid open and in walked man named Aiden Black, the freaking head of Hydra. He was dressed, as per usual, in a tailored three-piece suit. Redhead female came in behind him, in her normal fitted black shirt and pants, and black leather jacket. “Good morning, Captain. I trust you slept well?” Black said congenially, hands in his trouser pockets. Steve simply glared back, scowling, not giving them any response. At his lack of answer, Black simply shrugged. “Ah, well. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to talk to you about your new and complete loyalty to Hydra.”
Steve couldn’t help but scoff at that. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you actually think that I’m going to ever be loyal to Hydra. I won’t do a single thing for you, Black.”
Black just gave a knowing smile and tilted his head. “We’ll see about that. Bring him in!” Suddenly, the door slid open again and few soldiers walked in, looking slightly smug, which was a little disconcerting considering the circumstances. Behind one of the soldiers was another man. The man had shoulder-length brown hair and a metal arm, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing Steve had ever seen and the man’s face…
Oh shit.
“B-Bucky?” Steve stuttered out.
It was Bucky, but, at the same time, it wasn’t. His face was expressionless, his eyes staring lifelessly at the wall far behind Steve. His arms hung loosely at his sides, fingers not even twitching as he stood, perfectly still. There was something so… blank about him, something so dead, that it made a shudder run up Steve’s spine.
“Quite the sight, isn’t he?” Black said proudly, going to stand by Bucky’s side. He put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and Steve yanked against his bindings at the sight, snarling and gnashing his teeth like a wild animal. “His arm, it’s been modified throughout the years as the world had a lot of technological advances, but it’s quite similar to the original model.”
Seeing Bucky standing in front of him was life changing, even though Bucky wasn’t quite himself.
“You’re a smart man, Captain Rogers, I’m sure you can put the pieces together. How does Mr. Barnes fit into your new loyalty to us?” The blonde snarled, understanding perfectly. “If I don’t cooperate, if I don’t do everything you say, you’ll hurt him. You’ll hurt Bucky.”
Black nodded, satisfied. “Exactly, Captain Rogers, you got it in one. Now, you are going to be released from that chair, and you are not going to attack anyone. If you do, well, you will be subdued and Mr. Barnes will be hurt. Have I made myself clear?” Steve nodded, resigned and Black nodded to one of the technicians, who pushed a couple buttons on his computer and the metal bands holding Steve down snapped open. Steve immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to Bucky’s side, murmuring his name.
Black took a few steps towards the door, and then turned back. “Oh, one last thing, Captain Rogers. Hidden away in Mr. Barnes’s metal arm is not only a tracking devise that works anywhere in the world, but an explosive devise that will make him and anything within two-hundred feet of him go boom. So I want to make myself very clear, Captain, if you try to escape, whether you’re on mission with Mr. Barnes or just hanging about this facility, I will not hesitate to push a button and make sure you won’t even be able to scrape pieces of him off the sidewalk, he’ll be so demolished.”
There was a pause, and then Aiden Black smiled, completely at ease. “I look forward to us working together, Captain.”
Summary: Steve receives an information about possible Bucky’s location. Bucky has to deal with a consequences of failure to perform his task. He’s found by Steve and his friends. They take the Winter Soldier to Shield base, but peace doesn’t last long. A mysterious envoy of Hydra is on a spoor of Bucky.
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Steve was looking for Bucky since two weeks. Unfortunately, there was no signs of where he can be. Steve almost lost his hope, but some day, on Wednesday, something had changed.
He was at the daily training session with Sam and Clint, when two high rank agents approached them at the training room. “Captain” one of them spoke slowly. Steve lifted his chin up and looked at the man in the suit. “Yes?” he frowned a bit. Wilson and Barton walked to Steve and measured agents with surprised glances. “We have an information about Winter Soldier” the agent in a black suit said simply. Second man started to look for something in his case. After a while he pulled out a red briefcase with a handwritten inscription on it. “JAMES BARNES.” Steve’s heart immediately raced in his chest as he noticed the superscription. Without any words he took the folder in his hands and opened it. He started to read, turning around to the other men and walked to the nearest bench. He took a seat, still reading a dossiers. “Steve?” Sam walked to his friend, looking down at him. Steve was silent still, but after few moments he slowly lifted chin to look at his buddy. “They know where he is” he mumbled with a trembling voice.
It was a hard time for the Soldier. He needed to face never-ending pain, nearly death and angst, which they had offered him. After few days of tortures he was so tired that he even couldn’t defend himself anymore. It was a point where he was begging. About even a few drops of a water… He hated to be dependent on them, but if he wanted to survive, he just hadn’t other choice.
“You failed” his handler was standing next to the one of a generals of Hydra. Bucky was sitting at the metal chair in the interrogation’s room, he was looking at both of the men with a cold glance of his blue eyes. “We checked upon your files, Soldier” general’s voice was frigid. No emotions at his face. Bucky knew that man was rather too young for someone with such high rank. It meant he had no scruples. It was easy to advance in Hydra’s structure, the only things you had to have was perkiness and uncompromising attitude. Bucky knew also he could kill both of them within 30 seconds. But he was too exhausted to even try to fight. “And we have made our decision” a wry smile crept onto his handler’s mouth. Bucky didn’t even blink. The two men exchanged their glances in a silence. “You’ll be executed tomorrow, at the dawn” general said simply. “You know too many things. You didn’t give us any other choice, Soldier.” Bucky didn’t show any signs of a fear, but deep inside he was screaming from a dismay. After a second he cooled himself down and he started to create a plan of an escape. They wanted his death, but he wouldn’t give them a satisfaction. If they wanted to kill him, first they’ll have to break him down.
At the dawn, Bucky has been awoken by four soldiers. The captaincy had sent such many soldiers to drag him at the main square of the headquarters just to make sure he won’t escape. But Bucky was calm. Maybe even too calm, but fortunately men didn’t notice it. His plan has just started.
Once they brought him at the square he noticed, that there was a firing squad awaiting for him. But he was still calm. He let soldiers to take him at the middle of the square where they tied his hands behind his back. He even let them to put an old, stinky bag on his head so he couldn’t see anything.
After several seconds he heard a sound of a reloaded weapons. He didn’t show any fear. He was standing still, with the bag on his head, his back straight and hands tied behind. He was breathing calmly, repeating the plan in his mind. He started to count to 3.
…1… He knew the firing squad was aiming at him. …2…. The voice of the main commander who ordered soldiers to prepare themselves to shot. …3… In the last moment Bucky tautened his muscles, tearing the chains up. Second later he made a backflip, hitting the nearest soldier in chin with his combat boot. As soon as man was down, Bucky took his Makarov pistol and quickly aimed in the second soldier, killing him with a one single shot. The firing squad shot. Three or four bullets ricocheted from Bucky’s metal arm, next two bullets hit brunette in the chest. Bucky yelled loudly in a pain before he fall down on the concrete. Still holding the gun in his hand, with a metal palm he pressed the wounds on his chest, trying to catch a breath. A fear started to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t let it to happen. When four or five soldiers have ran to him, Bucky got up and started a grapple. He managed to pull the long knife from a pocket of the nearest soldier and with it he splitted man’s throat. Then he quickly stabbed another man in chest. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his back. Bucky clenched his teeth to hold back a scream. He turned around and saw one of the commanders in front of him. Man was holding a knife in his hand, he threw Bucky a vicious gaze. “You fucking piece ofa shit!” man shouted, attacking Bucky. After few moments the two man was laying down on the ground, tussled fiercely. Bucky finally with all his strength stab the knife in commander’s throat. He felt a warm, viscous liquid on his hand. Blood. The blonde man, who was laying beneath Bucky, laughed weakly, looking straight in the blue eyes of the Soldier. “They’ll find… you… everywhere.. They don’t… like… to… lose their toys..” Bucky smiled only and hit man with his metal arm straight in face. He heard the sound of broken nose, he felt like man’s face was changing in a bloody slurry. He didn’t stop until whole bones in man’s face weren’t broken. He only atopped when man was still. He looked down and let out a sigh, seeing what he has done. But he wasn’t sorry about that. They forced him to do so. There was a blood on his hands, on his face, in his hair, he felt that his grey shirt was soaked with blood too. His chest was hurting him oh so badly, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.
When only he left alive on the square, the Soldier began calculating his strategy. How many more soldiers? Where are the weapons stored? What is his exit plan? The truth was he didn’t believe he’ll make it. But he did. And now he had to run. As far as he only could. He put a lo g knife in his combat boot, he took two more and placed them in his pants’ pockets. He took also as much magazines as he could carry, putting them in his free pockets in his military pants. He took two pistols in his hands and walked straight to the main building of the base.
As soon as he opened the door, he shot the two soldiers first, firing before they had time to suspect the Soldier is no longer their creature. Then he walked straight to where he knew the transport sheds hold the trucks he’ll need to escape. There were soldiers awaiting him between the building and the sheds and they put up stronger resistance. But he fought his way into the sheds.
He put volleys of bullets into the engine blocks of the trucks he didn’t take, so his pursuers will have to call for help, but he knew it won’t be enough. Escape will require all his skills. And more luck than he though the universe will grant him. But he’s come too far. He won’t surrender so easily. They have made a weapon on him. And he’ll use that weapon against them all.
An hour’s hard drive got him to a city, named Zhukovsky. As he entered the city limits, he could already see signs that his enemies are closing around him. Troop transports on main streets. Police and soldiers already on the streets, checking papers. He needed to move fast, to get himself out of here, out of Russia.
He parked the truck in an industrial area. He got off the car and almost immediately he feel on the ground. The sharp pain in his chest threw him on his knees.
After few minutes he managed to got up and he slowly walked into the direction of the forest on the horizon.
He didn’t know how long he was hedging throughout the forest. Finally he slowly sank on his knees, leaning back against the tree. He was pressing the metal palm to the wounds on his chest. He was breathing slowly. Suddenly he realized that with an air, the blood was exhaled with his breaths. He probably had injured lungs. He looked at his metal palm. It was covered in a blood. His own blood.
He got to fight another fight. He got to run another night. He was on his way, and he didn’t feel right. He gotta get himself back. He couldn’t be beaten, that was a fact. He’ll find a way. They ain’t gonna take him down, no way.
He didn’t even notice, when he lost his senses. Whole world has faded away in a darkness.
Steve was walking throughout a forest, he was carefully looking around. Sam and Clint were with him, safeguarding their backs. “Are you sure, Steve?” Clint asked simply, his bow was prepared to shot in every moment. It was a dark night, clouds were veiling the moon, so there was literally no light, it handicapped the search. They had to use a flashlights, but even that didn’t help at all. They erred in a dense fog. Every path they had chosen, was leading to nowhere. But Steve received a confirmed informations. Bucky had to be somewhere around. Suddenly Sam has stopped, raising his hand up, he gave a sign to rest to be quiet. Clint approached Steve and aimed ahead, he was ready to shot. A figure has slowly emerged from the mist. Steve immediately recognized him. It was Bucky. His metal arm was glistening in a light of Sam’s flashlight. Brunette was slowly walking in their direction, holding himself by a chest. He slowly sank down on his knees, letting out a quiet whimper as he did. Steve wasn’t waiting any longer, he ran to the man and knelt next to him, supporting him from falling completely on the ground. “BUCKY….” Rogers whispered, laying Soldier carefully on the forest floor. He slowly pushed man’s hand off his chest to realized there was a huge stain of a fresh blood at his shirt. Falcon and Hawkeye walked to them, lightening place up with their flashlights. “He’s injured” Sam notified quietly. Steve only nodded, slipping hand under Bucky’s arm to lift him up. “Help me, guys” Rogers asked slightly and after a while Barnes was again standing on his feet, supported by Captain America himself. “Let’s take him to the base. There they’ll look upon him” Steve announced as they were walking back to their plain.
Bucky slowly opened his eyes, looking around with a unconscious gaze.
He was in a little room with a walls in a subtle shade of sand. He was laying on a bed, covered with a warm white quilt. His head was rested at the fluffy pillow. Bucky was breathing calmly. When he wanted to get up, he felt a strong hand on his chest which brought him back down in the pillow. The Soldier looked at the side and paled.
Captain America. His former target.
He opened his mouth, but not even a single word had left them. “Shhh… You shall rest now” blonde man took hand back, looking down at the Soldier. “You has been seriously injured.”
Brunette swallowed before he finally spoke. “Who is Bucky?” That was the only one question he wanted to ask. He needed to know. His blue eyes seemed to drill through other man’s chest, reaching his soul. “You are Bucky” Steve managed to whisper after a while of an awkward silence. “Your name is James Barnes, but we all used to call you Bucky or Buck..” Brunette turned his glance aside. “I don’t remember” he mumbled under his breath. “You need a time.. Hydra was in a control over you.” Bucky let himself to close eyes for a while. “And who are you?” the Soldier asked hesitantly. “They said you’re an enemy.” Steve sighed deeply, rubbing his chin. “I’m Steve.. Steve Rogers. And I’m not the enemy. I’m your friend..” he did everything to hide a single tear which was streaming down his face. Bucky turned himself on a side. “I wanna be alone..” he splattered slightly. Steve sighed and slowly rose up from the chair. “I’m glad you’re alive” Rogers added before he left a room.
Itsy bitsy spider is climbing on the wall. Better watch your step or in her web you’ll fall. Spin you round in circles in a net of doubt. If you’re stuck, I’m done with you, beause I won’t get you out.
She was a handsome woman, built on the gorgeous lines of a Renaissance goddess. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from satin. Her pastel white flawless skin made her beautiful pink full lips stand out. The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into a stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. She had a little mole next to her left eyebrow. Her shape like a rock guitar – rounded hips and very pronounced waist. Her long legs were perfect too.
She appeared in the cafe with the winter snow billowing around her short black skirt. She had a tight lacy blouse under a black coat. Most of people inside did pay an attention to her beauty. She was literally stunning. The clicking of her high heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone. She walked to a counter, with hipnotizing swing in her hips. She rested hands on the counter, subtly leaning forward to a waiter. “Excuse me” she whispered softly, her voice delicate as a petal of a rose. “I’m looking for someone.” Man behind a bar lifted his chin to give her a look. She opened her little purse and pulled out a photo, which next she gave to a man. “Do you know maybe, where I can find him?” young woman asked. Man was looking at the picture for a while, then he gave it back to the girl. “I do know him. It’s Captain America, everyone knows him here. The easiest way to find him is to go to the S.H.I.E.L.D base, at the shore of the river. It’s a large building, you won’t have any problems to find it” he said, looking obstinately in woman’s decolletage. Redhead nodded slightly, putting the picture back into her purse, then she thanked and turned around to leave thw cafe.
But at the door, she stopped. She has slowly looked around before she pulled a gun out of her coat’s pocket. With several shots she killed everyone in the cafe. Without a blink. She didn’t want to be recognised, that was why she did so.
After all, she put her Desert Eagle Magnum back into her pocket and then redhead has left the cafe, without any witnesses. The place luckily was located at the suburbs of the city, so she was mirebthan sure that no one has seen her. Now she knew, what she has to do.
Two weeks have passed.
Bucky was slowly coming back to his full strengths under watchful eye of Steve. Not everyone was glad about the Winter Soldier presence in the base. Black Widow was constantly showing, how unhappy she is with that fact by never-ending arguments with Rogers and Barnes. Nick Fury ordered agents to keep an eye on Bucky, so there wasn’t a moment, when he could be fully alone.
That day Steve took him at the little walk. Practically, both of them have sneaked out from under the tutelage. They wanted to talk in peace, without a neighboring glances. Steve decided to take Bucky to the little park located at the other side of the river. “How’s your chest?” blonde asked with a care in his voice aa they both took a seats at the wooden bench.
The winter was rather beautiful. The snow was slowly circulating down in the gentle wind, a frosty air was gently pinching the cheeks of two men.
“It’s fine” Bucky’s low voice seemed to slit the air. Steve took a deep breath, improving his blue scarf. “Something new?” Rogers enquired. Bucky shook his head slightly. “Only the fact your mom’s name was Sarah” brunette rubbed his hands to warm them up a bit. Steve couldn’t help but smiled, putting palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Yes. You have right, Buck.” The Soldier looked at the Captain with an impassable sadness in those blue eyes of his. “I wish I could remember more, but sometimes.. I just can’t trust my own mind.” Steve nodded. “I know, Buck. I know.”
They spent almost half an hour, talking with each other. Then, when the sun went down, Steve commanded a way back to the base.
When the two men were at a wide path between a rows of trees, they heard some noises behind them. It was a sound of reloaded gun. They both turned around. Steve’s brows narrowed, he instinctively put a hand at Bucky’s chest, pushing him back a little.
In front of them was standing a young redhead woman. She was holding a gun in her straight hands, aiming in Captain’s head.
“Steve…” Bucky said slowly. Blonde gave his friend a sign to stay silent. “Who’re you?” Rogers asked simply. Redhead’s lips turned into a wry smile. “You’re in my way, Captain, so you better watch out” her voice was melodious. “And you’re in a possession of something, which belongs to Hydra.”
Steve looked at Bucky with a corner of his eye. She wanted Bucky.
“Who’re you?” he repeated coldly, slowly reaching to his pocket, where he had a pager. He pushed the button hoping that Sam will hear the sound of his own pager at the gym. Woman laughed shortly. “You’re pathetic. You always have been. You really thought Hydra has been destroyed, but as you can see you were wrong. Now give the Winter Soldier back to us and no one will be hurt.”
Steve slowly started to take little steps backward. He was without his shield, without a protection. They were at the open terrain, there was no place to hide. And Bucky was with him. He couldn’t lose Bucky again. Not after all those years. Not when he just got him back…
Woman was dressed in a black leather pants and a black bluse with a tactic vest on top of it. Her outfit was emphasizing her body shape, she was slim and fit.the Her combat boots had a high sole and they also were black. Her long wavy red hair were loose. She was measuring him with a cold gaze of her blue eyes.
“Who’re you!?” this time Steve yelled. He was trying to gain some precious time.
Young woman lifted her chin up a bit, looking hardly at Steve, she smiled wryly. “I’m the new generation of the Winter Soldier.”
He had to be wiped again. It took five men to get him into the chair, and three to get the rubber guard in his mouth. He sweared he’ll kill them all. If he will remember. If he will…
If you’re not close to someone, you won’t miss them when they’re gone.
The war against Hydra has started again.
Steve’s heart was broken. Bucky. His Bucky was ALIVE. The man he missed for all those years, the man he thought has died. The lost friend… He was ALIVE. He was in a reach of his hand, but once again Steve has failed. He let them take Bucky away.
Captain was sitting in his room, at the desk with a little lamp on it. He was drawing, as he used to do in a good times. He drew a man. A man with dark hair and a wicked smile and pain behind his eyes. The picture caused a pain in Steve’s chest so intense, he wasted precious lead scribbling over it until the image was obliterated before he torn it up. He let out a short scream, letting tears to run down his cheeks. Bucky. HIS FRIEND.
Steve slipped hands in his blonde hair, he lowered his head, closing the blue eyes of his.
He remembered the way Bucky looked at him when he called his name. Steve saw, how confused man was. He seemed to not remember things. It was Bucky, that was obvious, but he was STRANGE. Of course he had changed, his hair were longer, he had a beard. And finally, he had a pain behind his eyes.. Ineffable pain. It was Bucky, but at the same it wasn’t him. Steve couldn’t recognize his friend in those blue eyes. It was the foe.
A subtle knocking to his door roused him from thoughtfulness. “Come in” he said simply, closing his sketchbook. The door has opened and Sam walked in. “I came to check if you need something” Wilson said slowly, with kind of a hesitation in his voice. Steve gave a sad smile to his friend, shaking head slightly. “All I need is to find HIM, but you know that” Captain rose from a chair and walked to the large window with a view at the Potomac River. He leaned his forearm against a cold glass, letting out a loud sigh. Falcon for a moment was standing still, but then he slowly walked to Captain and put his palm on man’s shoulder. “I know” he affirmed. Steve lifted his chin and turned head to face Sam. “I have a feeling I’ve lost him again” that short statement was the only thing Captain could say at the moment. Falcon looked straight into his friend’s eyes. “We’ll find him, but first of all you have to convince our management to this idea. Natasha is injured, I don’t think they’ll just let you bring Barnes here. It’s too dangerous. He’s a… lunatic.” “SAM” Steve’s face has stiffened in a second. “Hydra has a control over him. It wasn’t him…” Falcon took a step back, now both of his palms were placed at Steve’s shoulders. “It’s hard for you and I respect it. But someone has to stay with clear mind. Let me be a voice of rationality” sad smile appeared on Sam’s face as he spoke. “You can’t just throw everything and go to look for him. Even you won’t manage it. He’s a ghost. And I think they changed his location. We have to prepare a plan. We need to have a support from above, so Fury has to accept your idea before you’ll take any actions” Sam cocked brow at Steve, looking for a confirmation if his friend understands his words. Captain with a deep sigh gave a slight nod. “Very good” Sam patted Steve’s back. “You shall rest” he added quickly, taking hands off blonde man’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. Now, when we know he’s alive, it’ll be easier to track him down” after the last sentence, Falcon quietly left the room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.
Bucky had a nightmare again. But this time it was something new.
It was as if God had adjusted the colours of the world in the night, like it was as easy as twisting one of those old plastic dials on a TV set. Everything was brighter than it should be, the trees were not just green but radiant virescent hues that burned themselves in Bucky’s sleepy retinas. The houses were as grey as if they’d been repainted by moonlight and now stood vibrant in the golden rays that fell unfettered though the clear sky. The road that should be grey was a sleek river of black with perfect paint lines and the street, lamps were blue. But they had never been blue, not ever. Everything was so right it was wrong – really wrong. The front yards that had been dishevelled with the decrepitude of late winter just yesterday were a riot of colourful blooms. Bucky turned back to look at his house, the curtain twitched. Someone was in there. He hurried to the front door only to find it was locked. Suddenly Bucky heard familiar voice, it came from behind. Brunette slowly turned around. In front of him his last target was standing, without hesitation. Captain America, Steve Rogers. His skin was pale, his big eyes seemed to glow in a blue light of the street lamps. He was wearing a military uniform, its colour also wasn’t normal, a mix of black with radiant blue. “Do you remember all the danger we came from?” man asked. Bucky couldn’t say a word. Some kind of an invisible force overwhelmed his entire body. “I’m longing for the days of no surrender, years ago” Captain continued. “To all the things I’ve lost on you, tell me, Bucky, are they lost on you? Just that you could cut me loose after everything I’ve lost on you?” The Soldier trembled slightly, he wanted to take a step backward, but something was keeping him in a place. “So smoke ‘em if you got ‘em ‘cos it’s going down” blonde man said, taking a pistol out of his pocket. He aimed and shot in Bucky’s head.
Bucky woke up, trembling all over his body, covered in cold sweat. He sat on his bed, his eyes weren’t accustomed to the darkness, so he blinked few times. The target. He knew that man. He used to know him… He was sure now.
Bucky rose up and went to the little, dingy bathroom located on the corridor. Once he was there, he quickly splashed his face with a cold water, then he lifted chin and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He only noticed a pair of sad, frightened blue eyes. He was pale, he desperately needed a shave. He clenched hands in fists and with metal one he simply hit in the mirror. Glass with a loud bang has crashed into hundreds of small pieces. At the same time Bucky squalled targets name, slowly slumping to his knees.
After long argument with Fury, Steve finally received the assent to look for Bucky and to bring him to the S.H.I.E.L.D base. Now the race against time has started.
You were an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D since a month.
You had a good contact with almost all of the Avengers, you quickly caught the contact with them because of your good interpersonal abilities.
There was only one person, in front of whom you was scared to stand..
James Bucky Barnes.
Yes. That tall, handsome former Winter Soldier always was making you feel incredibly unsure about yourself. You were losing your confidence as soon his blue eyes were falling on you.
You were even more scared when director Fury ordered you to learn Romanian. You had to do it because of you assignment to a new mission.
As concerns your experience on a missions, it was something about what you didn’t prefer to talk. You have only been once to Vienna with Black Widow and Falcon. And now you had to support Bucky himself at his infiltrating mission in Bucharest.
Your stress has only been increased by a fact, that Bucky will learn you Romanian.
“Y/N, really, am I demand too much?” Bucky rolled his eyes once again, leaning his head on his crossed palms.
You were at 10th lesson of Romanian and that was a day, when you had a little test. As it was easy to predict, you earn only half points from a stakes.
“But… Bucky… I’ve been telling you not once… I still have problem with a pronunciation of all those long words…” You lowered your gaze, looking hardly at your nails.
“You had to train it. And? You as always did nothing” he growled lazily. “Listen, Y/N, it’s a fucking important mission to me. To us all. We have to penetrate one of a government’s bases there, so we have to be well-prepared. That means you have to speak Romanian. Not fluently, no, I’m just demanding you to be understandable for others. They don’t know English” he rubbed his chin, yawning at the same time. “Okay. Once again. But focus this time, okay?”
You gave a nod and took a breath.
“Trebuie să ia aceste documente la un seif” he said slowly.
You cleared your throat.
“Trebuie să ştiu un cod care să o, domnule..” you said quietly.
Brunette measured you with a cold gaze, but then a little mischief grin appeared on Bucky’s lips.
“Good. Now it’s much better. Tell me now, how to say TO OPEN in Romanian?”
“A deschide” you whispered, trying to avoid his glance.
Bucky smiled gently, nodding.
“Exactly. And how to say A RED BRIEFCASE?” he asked.
“O servietă roșie” you put a lock of your hair behind your ear before you dared to look at Bucky.
He was smiling, no anger or disillusionment on his face. That caused a huge relief to you.
“Good. You see? You have to focus and then it’s good. I hope that after next several lessons you’ll speak more efficiently” his voice was low but incredibly magnetic and charming.
The fact was that you have fallen for that harsh man long time ago. Of course you were too shy to tell him about it. Besides, you thought always that he would only laugh at you, when you would tell him the truth.
You packed your stuff to a bag and you got up from a chair.
“Thank you Bucky” you said, giving him a brief glance.
He was making an order at the desk, when you did, so he even didn’t notice it. He only waved his hand.
“No problem. But you shall train your pronunciation. Remember it” Bucky said.
You only nodded, but when you was about to leave, something deep inside your soul adviced you to say one more thing aloud. Of course in Romanian.
“Tu ești un om mare, Bucky. Mereu te-am admirat tu. Și, ca să fiu sincer, trebuie să recunosc că am o pasiune pentru tine. Noapte bună.”
You saw, how Bucky stiffened and how he turned his head to face you. With a mix of a wonderment and disbelief in those beautiful blue eyes of his.. But you noticed also one more thing. His cheeks were red.
“You’re blushing, Mr Barnes” you whispered, smiling. Then you left the room, smiling to yourself.
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“I’m telling you, you’re doing this in a wrong way, Steve” Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.
Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve’s hand. “Give it to me. He’s going to be sick if you’ll feed him with a cold milk!” brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. “It shall has a room temperature.”
Steve grinned, looking at his friend. “I didn’t know you know that much about children” he pointed out, smirking.
Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. “Nah. It’s just an instinct..” he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.
Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve’s fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.
When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy’s back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down – little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. “Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!” Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.
***
Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby’s bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. “Hey, baby boy..” he whispered in a soft voice of his. “Why are you crying?” Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn’t help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.
Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. “That was incredibly sweet.”
It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend’s eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. “I’ve been telling you. It’s nothing more but instinct” brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve’s side before he left the room.
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