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Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [7/9?]

[personal profile] twinkats 2014-05-19 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
In August Steve finally caught up to Bucky, he finally found him again. Bucky was sitting in a shitty motel staring at his hands placed between his legs and silent when Steve stepped through the door, shield held tight as a precaution.

“Buck?” Steve asked, biting his lip. Bucky looked up. He wasn’t dressed in uniform, but the shield was telling enough. Steve watched as the gaze slid across him and as lips pressed together.

There was a moment where nobody said anything. Bucky got to his feet, moving slowly and walked over until he stood just in front of Steve. He allowed Steve to take in the changes to his face, to his body. He wasn’t five feet shorter than Steve anymore, he’d grown a full two inches. He was more toned, his left arm was a cybernetic prosthetic. His eyes were sunken but that could have been from lack of sleep, his hair was longer.

“Bucky?” Steve questioned and there was such hope in his voice. Bucky clenched his fist and ground his teeth together.

Then, he screamed, “YOU FUCKING PROMISED ME!” and threw a punch across Steve’s face hard enough to knock Steve to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Buck,” Steve said quickly, “but I didn’t know how else to get you out of it.”

Bucky snarled, dropped down over Steve’s hips and reached out with his flesh and blood hand for Steve’s neck. He bashed the skull into the ground, unafraid of kill Steve because he was sturdier like this.

“You promised!” he growled over and over again until he couldn’t anymore. Steve didn’t fight him, just let Bucky get it out until Bucky was pressing his face into Steve’s neck with a whine and Steve could feel the tears there.

“I’m so sorry Buck I know I did,” Steve said, a hand coming up to stroke Bucky’s hair. His voice wobbled. “I know I did and I broke it and fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Bucky said, muffled into Steve’s neck.

“Never again,” Steve said back fervently. “I mean it never again. I won’t ever do it again.”

Bucky breathed out a sigh. Said, “Good,” and went almost entirely limp. He was tired, exhausted. Steve stroked his hand down the back of Bucky’s head and rubbed against Bucky’s back, a soothing sort of pressure.

They didn’t move for what felt like hours.
Edited 2014-05-19 19:57 (UTC)