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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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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As of May 3, 2014, the spoiler policy is no longer in effect.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:
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Request: Post!WS Bucky is a curious cat
Without Pierce controlling his mind, the Winter Soldier is as curious and docile as a cat. Poking his nose and fingers into everything, licking things, unabashedly purring when Steve strokes his hair because kind soft touch yes good,
chasing laser pointers with intensity.And he keeps doing it, even as he regains his memories, because it feels good to be that free and open after being controlled for so long.I don't want this to be PWP or pet!play or sub/dom; just gen, slightly shippy Steve/Bucky, no smut required.
Re: Request: Post!WS Bucky is a curious cat
Re: Request: Post!WS Bucky is a curious cat
(Anonymous) 2014-08-20 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Stray (1/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2014-08-31 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)A few weeks ago, Steve had liked being called. Even if it was just a veteran's group asking him to endorse some cause or other or Stark drunk-texting Steve his latest hi-larious "you are old" joke, it was human interaction outside of missions, which Steve had sorely needed. Now, however, some part of his brain refused to let go of the idea that every conversation was a potential bearer of more earth-shattering bad news. So it was with some apprehension that Steve answered his phone when Sam called him.
"Hey, Cap." Sam didn't sound upset, at least, and he didn't hear any explosions, gunshots, or other obvious signs of trouble in the background. "Would've texted, but I wanted to make sure you heard about this right away."
"It's fine, Sam. I'm not doing anything that can't be interrupted. What is it?"
"Think I've got a location on your boy."
"Bucky?!" Steve was sure that the serum had fixed his arhythmia, so what the hell did his heart think it was doing right now? "Where is he? Is he all right?"
"Saw him at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum about twenty minutes ago. I'm here with Jody and Naomi to see the dinosaurs. Sarah brought her kids down for spring break."
Under ordinary circumstances, Steve would have asked how Sam's family was doing, but his inner Bucky Barnes Alert System temporarily overrode his good home training. "How is he?" Steve asked.
"Scruffy but not filthy," Sam said. "He got his hands on some civilian clothes, and he had his arm covered up. Hard to tell because he's wearing layers, but I think he's lost a little weight. No obvious injuries. Didn't get close because I didn't want to spook him with so many people around," Sam continued. "And I've been keeping my distance because of the kids." Steve had to admit, Sam'd had the right idea, although the reason why was heartbreaking. Bucky had been really good with children before the war. "Psychologically - that's harder to tell, of course," Sam continued. "But he wasn't acting hostile or anything. Just quiet. Kinda closed-in, but not trapped in his own head. He was noticing things around him. And he seemed really into those termites."
"Thanks, Sam - wait, termites?"
"Saw him in the insect zoo on the second floor. Who knows, maybe watching all those little guys running around is soothing."
"Thanks, Sam. This means a lot to me. I'm heading right over. Goodbye."
"Talk to you later, Steve. Be careful."
Steve hung up and set out for the museum as quickly as possible. He had no illusions that Bucky couldn't disappear in twenty minutes plus travel time if he really wanted to, but if Sam was right, maybe Bucky was tired of running.
Re: Fill: Stray (1/?), no warnings
Re: Fill: Stray (1/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2014-09-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Stray (2/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2014-09-08 06:21 am (UTC)(link)"Hey, Buck," Steve said softly, when he was close - but out of immediate punching range in case Bucky was feeling twitchy. Bucky turned around to face Steve, his face a strange combination of recognition and confusion. "It's me. Steve."
"I know you," Bucky said hesitantly. "But I don't remember why."
"It's okay, Buck," Steve said. "I can help you."
"I saw the pictures at the museum. They said we were friends during the war," Bucky said.
"We were. Before the war, too. We were best friends since we were kids." Bucky looked very confused upon hearing this, and slightly upset.
"But - if you were my best friend, who was the little guy?" Bucky asked, increasingly distraught. "What happened to him? Stevie?!"
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Bucky," Steve said. "I'm Stevie. I just grew." Bucky calmed a little, but still looked confused. "I joined the army," Steve quipped. He swallowed his disappointment when Bucky didn't react, and tried to think of a way to explain the business with Erskine and the serum that wouldn't upset Bucky. Bucky hadn't been thrilled about it the first time around, and that was before he'd spent seventy years at the mercy of mad scientists.
"You're right, Bucky. I used to be small," Steve said, making his voice and body language as soothing as possible. "And I was sick a lot. You looked out for me, especially after my mom died. Then you joined the army. I wanted to, but they wouldn't let me because of my health problems. But I kept trying." Bucky didn't show any sign that he remembered, but he looked calmer and less confused as he listened. "I kept trying, and eventually I found a scientist who found me a way in." Bucky's eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of scientists. "He was really nice!" Steve said hurriedly. "He'd invented some science stuff that fixed my health problems and made me a lot bigger and stronger." Steve imagined that Bucky in the old days would have given him all kinds of crap for his description - "'Science stuff,' Stevie? Let's not get too technical here - but present-day Bucky seemed to find it acceptable for the time being.
Re: Fill: Stray (2/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2014-09-08 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Stray (2/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2014-09-22 09:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Stray (3/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2015-03-30 08:01 am (UTC)(link)Bucky's breathing calmed, although he continued to look dubiously at Steve. Steve walked a few steps closer, and, when Bucky didn't tense, flinch, or retreat, held out his hand. Bucky looked confused by this, but not upset. “It's okay, Bucky. You're safe, I'm your friend, and I'm here to help you. Are you hungry? We can get something to eat at the cafe, or we can go back to my place and have lunch there if you'd rather not be around so many people. Or we can look at the bugs some more and then eat. It's your choice.” Bucky was looking a little thinner than was comfortable and Steve didn't imagine it was easy to keep up with a super-soldier metabolism as a homeless person.
Bucky looked more confused and slightly upset after hearing Steve's little speech, and Steve wondered if he'd offered Bucky too many choices at once. Steve wanted to be respectful of Bucky's autonomy and not just railroad him around, but HYDRA hadn't encouraged independent decision-making. Poor guy was probably overloaded. Bucky pulled in on himself, looked at the ground, and asked hesitantly, “Can we get food and then look at things?”
“Of course we can,” Steve said. “Bucky, it's okay. You're not in trouble. You're never going to get in trouble for asking for something, I promise.” Bucky untensed a little and Steve fought the impulse to pull him into a hug in front of everyone at the Insect Zoo. *Later*, Steve told himself sternly. *Right now this isn't about you and your feelings, it's about getting Bucky home and making sure he feels safe.* But when Bucky took his hand hesitantly, Steve felt himself grinning like a loon and did nothing whatsoever to repress it.
Steve led the way down to the cafe. It was more crowded than he would have preferred, but he was able to find a table with decent lines of sight that wasn't too exposed, although it was still dangerously vulnerable according to the paranoid tactical part of his brain. Bucky frowned a little as he looked over the cafe menu. “What the hell is a Pan Bagnat?” he asked.
“I don't know,” Steve said. He got out his phone and looked it up. “It seems to be some kind of fancy French tuna salad sandwich.” Bucky nodded, and they both went back to perusing the menu.
“Steve,” Bucky said, “What's arugula?”
“Now, I have had that one,” Steve said. “It's a salad green, kind of like spinach or lettuce but it doesn't really taste like them. It's a little mustardy.” Steve had liked it, the one time he tried it, although he didn't get why it was so expensive – especially since Sam's sister the urban gardening enthusiast claimed that it wasn't hard to grow.
Bucky looked over his menu again and set it down with a sigh. “Decided what you want, Buck?” Steve asked.
Bucky shook his head. “I don't think I can. I don't recognize half the things on here. Some of the names look familiar but I don't remember eating any of them or what they taste like.”
“It's okay, Bucky,” Steve said. “I can help you pick something out if you'd like. Do you want hot food or cold food?”
“Hot,” Bucky answered, after a moment's hesitation. Steve wasn't surprised. Bucky had kept his jacket on despite the warmth of the spring afternoon.
“Soup sound good?” Steve suggested. There was also pizza and barbecue on the menu, but Steve didn't know what Bucky had been eating lately or if his version of the serum made him immune to indigestion. Steve wasn't sure what living on evil science nutrient shakes for seventy years did to a person's digestion, but he didn't expect it was anything good, and he didn't want to make Bucky sick. And anything that needed knives was right out for the moment. Bucky'd been pretty gentle since Steve arrived, and Steve sincerely believed he didn't want to hurt anyone, but if Hydra had left Bucky with any weird implanted triggers, Steve didn't want to find out in a cafe full of civilians.
Bucky shrugged, then nodded. Steve ordered a reuben and a cup of coffee for himself and, after some internal debate, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some fruit juice for Bucky. Protein and starch and vitamins and not too rich or spicy.
Bucky looked quizzically at Steve when he got his food. “Is this okay?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded. “Go ahead and eat,” Steve said. Bucky picked up his bowl of soup cupped between his hands and sniffed the steaming broth curiously. “Just don't eat too fast,” Steve said. Bucky looked uneasily at his soup and then at Steve. “It's okay,” Steve said, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “You just don't want to burn your tongue.”
Bucky returned his attention to his soup and slurped a some of the broth straight from the bowl, ignoring his spoon entirely. It reminded Steve of that time Tony had taken the Avengers out to a Japanese restaurant before Steve and Natasha transferred to DC. The soup must have been a little too hot even for super-soldier tongues, since Bucky quickly put his soup down and gulped down some of his glass of water. Bucky briefly glared at the bowl, picked it up again, and took a second slurp, this one slower and more cautious. Steve saw Bucky's eyes light up and something in his posture relax ever so slightly as he swallowed. Since Bucky's lunch had the James B. Barnes Seal of Approval, Steve left him to it and went back to his sandwich. It was pretty good - a little fancier than the ones he'd had back in Brooklyn, but that seemed to be the style nowadays.
As Bucky finished his soup, Steve noticed something in his attitude change subtly. Bucky seemed to relax a little in a way that was hard to explain – not that he was any less alert, but something in him wasn't stretched so thin. And he was stealthily eyeing Steve's plate. Steve wasn't surprised that Bucky was still hungry – the soup was a normal portion for someone with an unenhanced metabolism – but it was funny to see Bucky glaring at Steve's pickle and potato chips while trying to be sneaky about it. “You can try some if you want,” Steve said, smiling and pushing his plate a few inches toward Bucky.
Bucky, quick as a pouncing cat, darted his hand out, grabbed Steve's pickle, and put the pickle on his own plate with truly awe-inspiring speed and dexterity. It was like watching a cat catch a bird out of the air. Then Bucky picked the pickle up delicately with his right hand – probably a good idea, the cybernetic arm seemed to be pretty corrosion-resistant but acidic brine was hell on metal – and took a dainty bite. Bucky immediately frowned, wrinkled his nose, and glowered alternately at the pickle and at Steve. He didn't say anything, but his body language screamed “What kind of lunatic eats something like this for fun?” Not surprising, really. Steve didn't imagine that anything Hydra fed Bucky would have prepared him for the taste of spicy garlic kosher dills.
“Hey, it's okay, if you don't like it you don't have to eat all of it,” Steve said. But Bucky shook his head and took another cautious nibble. And then another. And then another, while Steve watched, fascinated, as Bucky's expression changed from “what is this stuff?!” to “what is this and where can I get more of it?”
“Do you want to get some dessert?” Steve asked, when Bucky was finished.
“Yes,” Bucky said, with surprisingly little hesitation.
“That's great,” Steve said. “They have a display for the pastries, so you can just pick out something that looks good if you don't remember any of the names.”
“Okay,” Bucky said. “That sounds good.” It was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it affair, but Steve saw Bucky smile for a moment. Maybe it was just a reaction to the crowd, but Bucky stayed very close to Steve as they walked over to the bakery table.
Re: Fill: Stray (3/?), no warnings
(Anonymous) 2015-04-08 07:44 am (UTC)(link)