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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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Update, April 22, 2014:
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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.
As of May 3, 2014, the spoiler policy is no longer in effect.
Update, April 22, 2014:
For fills, please use the following format:
Fill: Title
Including the pairing, warnings/CNTW, and any other information after the fill and title in the subject line or in the first line of the comment.
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Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [9/9]
When Steve went out for his morning jog Bucky pulled out his phone and looked up a number he’d memorized back in September. With steady hands, and the knowledge that Steve probably would kill him later, Bucky dialed. He held the phone to his ear, listened to the ringtone, and waited.
“Hello?” the voice on the other line sounded old, and Bucky let him close his eyes.
“Hi, Professor Xavier?” Bucky said. “My name is Bucky Barnes. I was hoping I could schedule a meeting with you.”
“Mr. Barnes,” Xavier sounded surprised, almost shocked. “I must say this is rather unprecedented. May I ask why an iconic american legend desires to speak with me?”
Buck licked his lips, closed his eyes, and took the plunge. He said, “It’s about my friend Steve.”
They had a meeting arranged for later that week. Bucky hung up feeling accomplished, and also extremely guilty. Steve was going to kill him. He knew he would. Bucky forced himself to relax, to breathe out and calm himself. It was for the best.
When Steve came home, Bucky told him he called Xavier. Steve looked betrayed, infuriated that Bucky would go behind his back like that.
“I did it for me, not for you,” Bucky said cautiously when Steve looked ready to gear up for a rant. “I want to be certain that HYDRA can’t influence me again.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, he did discuss that with Xavier as well, voicing his fears and concerns alongside explaining why he wanted Steve to talk to Xavier, the specifics as he knew them.
Steve deflated, the entire fight went out of him in a moments notice. “Alright, Buck,” he said. “When’s this appointment?”
Bucky smiled. It was strained. “Two days from now. You’ll come with me, right?” he asked, and Steve reached out a hand and squeezed his comfortingly.
“‘Till the end of the line,” he repeated. Bucky smiled, said, “‘Till the end of the line,” back.
The next two days Bucky spent in a nervous sort of twitter, and when he got on the bike behind Steve he grasped Steve’s waist tight enough to bruise. They took the drive from New York to Westchester in silence. When they finally arrived both Bucky and Steve stared at the mansion with unrestrained awe.
“I don’t remember seein houses that fancy afore ‘cept in Europe,” Bucky muttered.
“Yeah,” Steve said back. Bucky could feel him tense from nervousness, and squeezed.
“Relax, Stevie,” Bucky said. “You’re okay.” Steve pulled Bucky’s flesh and blood hand up, driving the bike one handed, and pressed a kiss to Bucky’s knuckles like a dame. Bucky chuckled into Steve’s neck as the bike came to a halt.
They were greeted by a dark skinned women with white hair who introduced herself as Ororo Monroe, also known as Storm. Steve smiled, shook her head. He didn’t call her ma’am or miss, he’d once told Bucky that Natasha had pulled him aside after the Chitauri Invasion to explain to him how quite a few women these days consider it condescending or demeaning when all Steve thought was that he’d been polite. Bucky snorted and told Steve that Natasha was probably pulling his leg, there were plenty of dame’s out there who still liked being addressed all fancy and retro.
It wasn’t an insult, anyway, to address a lady proper. Peggy was a ma’am and Peggy could kick his and Steve’s asses in more ways that Bucky could count. If anything Bucky thought ma’am was the highest compliment you could pay a lady, because it meant you were on par with some pretty bold and fierce women from history.
Ororo lead them through the halls. They got a few awed looks from the kids, Steve more so than Bucky because Bucky had long hair and a slight bit of stubble, which made him look less effectively like the Bucky Barnes from the nineteen forties than anyone liked to admit except Steve. Steve reached down and squeezed Bucky’s hand comfortingly and Bucky smiled somewhat strained.
He thought, please don’t hate me Stevie, and he heard a chuckle in his mind which he figured was Xavier.
Don’t worry, Mr. Barnes, your friend is quite aware of your deception and is not angry. Dare I say it he seems pleased.
Well ain’t that some relief, Bucky thought back and relaxed just a tad. Steve gave him a glance and a half little smirk.
“You can’t hide nothin’ from me, jerk,” he said, having guessed somewhat correctly that Xavier contacted him through telepathy the minute Bucky relaxed.
“Punk,” Bucky said back affectionately.
Ororo left them at the door to Xavier’s office and gave them a smile and a nod.
“I hope your conversation goes well,” she said.
“Thanks,” Bucky said back. Steve dried his palms on his pants and gave her a smile. With a mental prod they entered the office and met Charles Xavier for the first time.
“Have a seat,” Xavier said, and motioned towards the two leather chairs surrounding a table. He wheeled himself over to a little bar and asked, “Would you like a drink?”
“God yes,” Bucky said, collapsing boneless. Steve just laughed.
“Sure,” he said with a smile. It wasn’t so strained as it’d been at the prospect of a meeting with Xavier a month ago. Bucky felt like he’d done something right for once, and when Steve looked at him and mouthed Till the end of the line, Buck Bucky knew he’d done something right.
They talked for hours. They discussed Steves mutation and Bucky explained what he’d seen and Steve explained what he knew. Steve said how he’d been born deathly sick, and his entire life was fighting off colds and asthma attacks and diabetic attacks and heart attacks and pain. He explained that it’d get bad enough he’d black out--Bucky said he died, that he’d stop breathing and go cold and stop moving and it was the worst thing to experience, to see happen, because Steve Rogers was dead--and then he’d wake up groggy. Whatever had been ailing him, whatever had killed him, wasn’t suddenly gone. It took a while for his body to counteract it. If it was an illness, he’d start getting better, he’d start recovering and get over it. If it was asthma, he’d be groggy and sluggish as his body recovered from essentially asphyxiation. If it was a heart attack his chest would hurt something fierce and every heartbeat felt like a nail being hammered into his chest.
A gunshot wound always ended with the bullet being pressed out and healed over before he woke up. A broken bone was always corrected before his eyes opened. Any superficial non-lethal wounds healed at twice the normal rate after he’d died, before the serum, as his body worked to correct whatever had happened.
Then when he had the serum things changed. Steve explained that he’d died in the machine, that it felt like everything had burned to ash and then was rebuilt from the ground up. Suddenly he could breath and there wasn’t pain and his heart beat normally. Additionally he seemed to heal even faster, at twice the speed of a normal human before dying, and near instantaneous after. They knew that from the bullet Steve got back during WWII which left Bucky with clenched fists and a scowl. Steve was faster, stronger, and his memory enhanced, but those were all projected side effects of the serum itself, the side effects the scientists planned on.
Then they moved on to Bucky. Xavier dipped into Bucky’s head and rooted out anything HYDRA had planted. He nullified it, and they talked some more for a while before Steve and Bucky left, both feeling lighter and better than they had in a long while.
“You were right,” Steve said as he got on the bike. “I needed that.”
Bucky smiled, said, “See? I always know what’s best for you.” Steve laughed, and Bucky leaned over to kiss him. It felt good to do that now.
“Let’s go home, Buck,” Steve said.
“Okay,” Bucky said. “Let’s go home.”
Re: Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [9/9]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-19 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)Haaaaa ! That was an awesome, awesome fill I loved it !! Nobody ever filled one of my prompt before I'm so glad. And you included the fact that Steve actually died during the serum procedure which was totally my head-cannon for this prompt. Honestly you did everything I wanted to see in this prompt, it's perfect. Thank you so much!
Re: Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [9/9]
Re: Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [9/9]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-20 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)Well there is those two prompts :
http://capkink.dreamwidth.org/1349.html?
http://capkink.dreamwidth.org/1349.html?
but don't worry if you're not really inspired by them !
Re: Fill: Baby, You Shouldn't Be Alive [9/9]
the second one was on my maybes. depends if anything comes out of it or not, since it didn't inspire BURNING NEED like the other one, but it'll prolly get filled too.
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