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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As of May 3, 2014, the spoiler policy is no longer in effect.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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FILL 4/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
Bucky Barnes returns in waves. He thinks of himself as Bucky, he shaves his face and cuts his hair, dresses in clothes that fit. He smiles at strangers on the street, holds the door for women and elderly, leaves big tips for the wait staff. He watches the news. He researches Captain America, Bucky Barnes, the Howling Commandos, Hydra, SHIELD.
If he comes across Hydra, he’ll destroy the cell, the agent, the what or whoever it is. But he doesn’t seek them out.
The first he dreams of the shadow after deciding to be Bucky again, he asks, “Why’d you keep me company?”
The shadow laughs. “You are an investment centuries in the making, child of Elisabeta. Of course I would visit now and again.”
“What are you?” Bucky asks. “I doubt a demon would’ve taken the time to comfort me.”
He can hear the smile in the shadow’s voice. “You wouldn’t have heard of me. You should rest, by the way. Your Steve is catching up.” The shadow laughs again. “He’s definitely my brother’s favorite.”
Bucky wakes and can hear the footsteps downstairs.
.
Steve is… completely healed. Bucky stays seated on the sleeping pallet, watching Steve slowly approach. The shield is on his back, his hands spread to show they’re empty. His eyes are wide, face –
“Bucky?” he asks. Bucky can hear the tears he’s holding back.
He sighs heavily and nods. “Hey, Steve.”
.
It had been – difficult, to realize he had never died. Never gone to Hell. Had given himself to Hydra without a fight. He’d been… very angry.
To see Steve alive and whole and healthy and so amazingly strong makes up for most of it. He figures he has the shadow to thank for the memories of being the asset feeling muted and faded. Oh, he can call up the information and knowledge whenever he needs to, and his body remembers – but it doesn’t hurt like it should. It helps him be Bucky.
Steve slept, his research had showed. For all those decades, Steve was safe.
Now that Steve’s in sight, Bucky can’t keep his eyes off him. Steve’s paused just out of reach, fingers digging into his own thighs as he tries not to grab at Bucky, pull him close, never ever let him go again. Bucky knows because he feels the same.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky finally says. Steve’s brow furrows. “For not being strong enough to hold on,” Bucky explains.
Steve’s mouth drops open and his expression – Bucky recognizes that one as Steve’s righteous rage. “Don’t you ever apologize me for anything about your fall and what Hydra did.”
“Steve,” Bucky says, very slowly and telegraphing every move, rising to his feet. “I didn’t fight them.” That, if nothing else, he needs Steve to understand. “I thought I was dead.” He looks away. “I thought I was in Hell, and I didn’t fight.”
Steve flinches back and Bucky glances over in time to his entire face crumple. “Oh, Steve, no,” Bucky says as Steve just lets himself go down and huddle on the floor. Bucky goes to him instantly, wrapping both arms around Steve and pulling him as close as he can.
He hears more footsteps. Immediately, he relocates Steve, grabs his nearest firearm, and readies himself to defend the mission.
“Steve?” It is Sam Wilson, he determines. “Hey, Steve, buddy, you alive in there?” There is apprehension in Sam Wilson’s tone. Fear. Anger.
Sam Wilson is wearing a communication device; he hears Natalia Romanova say, “Falcon, status?”
He feels Steve stirring behind him. “Sam, everything’s alright!” Steve shouts, one of his hands resting on –
Bucky shudders, sagging down against Steve. It’s been weeks since the last time he blanked.
Wilson peers around the doorway. “Stand down, Widow,” he mutters. “Steve, don’t you frighten me like that.”
“Sorry,” Steve calls. “I just…” His forehead is resting on Bucky’s back. “I just had a shock, is all.”
Wilson shakes his head. “C’mon in, Nat,” he says. “Things’re calm.”
Bucky closes his eyes, turning his face towards Steve. “I won’t let them lock me away,” he murmurs. If they try, he knows the asset will handle it. He doesn’t – he doesn’t want to kill Steve’s friends, but he won’t ever let himself be caged again, no matter who is doing the caging.
“Neither will I,” Steve murmurs back. “I swear, Bucky. Me and you against all comers, just like it used to be.”
Bucky knows they both hear Wilson’s reaction to that, but he focuses on Steve’s heartbeat, steady and strong. So strong.
“Okay,” Bucky says, opening his eyes.
.
When the shadow appears while Bucky is awake, he knows. “You said lost in war,” Bucky laughs mirthlessly. “You didn’t say which.”
“You look like him,” the shadow muses, swelling until all the light is gone. “The first mortal that ever dared to summon me. He wanted to protect his people; the price was that they alone would remember him fondly. Next was Elisabeta, daughter of Vlad.” The shadow rests against his face, his throat, his flesh arm – everywhere that skin shows. “And then you, James. Bucky.”
He sighs into the shadow. “What is the real price?”
The shadow pulls back. It condenses until all of it is contained in a pair of wings, just floating in the air – and then pure white eyes open from nothingness. Bucky flinches back from the brightness. “You are a warrior, James Buchanan Barnes. And you will fight for me.”
Bucky nods. “So long as Steve stays healthy, I’ll do anything.”
“He is my brother’s,” the shadow says, those unblinking eyes still focused on Bucky. “He pledged himself, if only you would live again.”
Everything in Bucky stills. “I never died,” Bucky says softly.
“And that’s almost the best part,” the shadow chortles.
There is no other choice. Bucky lets himself loosen. “So what’s the best?”
The wings come forward to wrap around him while the eyes disappear. “The best part?” the shadow whispers. “The best part, child of Elisabeta, child of Vlad, is that Steven Grant Rogers would have become Captain America deal with you or no.”
And the shadow’s gone just as Steve steps into the room. “Bucky?” he asks softly. Worriedly. And Bucky just starts laughing and can’t stop.
.
When he was a kid, Bucky hadn’t really cared that much about their family history. His father was the son of immigrants from Ireland; his mother was the daughter of immigrants from Romania. Both of them grabbed onto life as Americans with full hands and ignored their heritage, which is where Bucky supposes he gets it. He remembers now that his middle sister, Olivia, had soaked up as much of their grandmother’s knowledge from the old country as she could. Olivia’s dead now, of course. He’s sure there must be some record she kept, but James Barnes is dead.
The asset was mentioned in Hydra’s records, but not who it had been in life before. Only two pictures still exist, in the file Steve has secreted away somewhere. There is nothing else, thanks to Steve’s friends. (… and probably thanks to the shadow, too.)
So, Bucky can’t be sure. But a Vlad beloved by his own people and hated by everyone else? It’s not that hard to figure out.
He should tell Steve. About his deal with the shadow. That he knows Steve made a deal of his own. That both deals were pointless but made anyway.
He should. He doesn’t.
FILL 5/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
They’re bedded down under the stars in the Gibson Desert in Australia because neither of them had ever been to Australia before and (most likely) no one would think to look there. Bucky had suggested leaving because he had no place in New York with the Avengers, and he honestly didn’t want to fight anymore. (Not until the debt was called in.)
It had surprised nobody but him when Steve said he’d be going, too. And Bucky had tried (half-heartedly) to argue, but Steve had just grabbed both his hands, looked him right in the eyes, and said, “The world can save itself next time. My place is with you – unless you don’t want me there.”
And he could’ve lied so that Steve would stay with the heroes… but he just couldn’t.
So they left and wandered around. Saw the Grand Canyon. Went to Disneyland and World. Checked out Universal Studios and Six Flags and all sorts of stupid touristy crap in the United States, since neither of them had ever had the time to travel except – well.
“Where to next?” Steve had asked one bright morning.
“What about Australia?” Bucky suggested.
And here they are.
“Bucky, you awake?” Steve asks softly.
“Yup,” Bucky answered just as quietly.
He heard Steve take a deep breath. He held it for almost five minutes before exhaling to say, “There’s something I need to tell you.”
.
Steve traded his soul to an angel calling itself Akrasiel for Bucky’s life.
“It was a trick, Steve,” Bucky mutters. “I never died.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “You weren’t dead. but that doesn’t mean you woulda come back if Akrasiel hadn’t made the deal.”
Bucky sighs in disgust. He knows he won’t win this argument.
He also slaps Steve upside the head because “You were just prayin’ wide open? Anything coulda answered. Would you have dealt with anyone who showed up?”
Steve’s sulky silence is answer enough so Bucky swats him again.
.
Akrasiel will call on Steve for a major conflict, along with the souls of various other warriors, healers, and peacemakers. That’s all Steve knows.
They silently stare at the stars, curled up together, before Bucky says, “There’s something you should know.”
.
Steve, of course, slaps Bucky upside the head because “You don’t even know its’ name!?”
“Well, apparently my ma’s family has been calling on it for centuries!” Bucky argues. “So, it’s sorta like a guardian angel or something!”
Steve just swats him again.
.
As the sun is rising, Bucky asks the question that’s been bothering him since the shadow told him its brother had claimed Steve.
“What if we’re on opposite sides?”
Steve turns his head to look at Bucky. “You think a little thing like that could become between us?”
Bucky smiles, leaning across the tiny space that separated them to kiss Steve with as much love as he can.
FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
(Also, you know how the MCU turned Norse gods into advanced aliens? Yup.
year unknown
What foolishness are you doing now? Michael asks as Akrasiel returns from Earth. That is by far most angels’ favorite name for the world, though it has many, of course. As do all the worlds. It is populated by the shortest-lived species in all of the worlds, and their brief lifespans are quite fascinating. They manage to pack in so much for such a short amount of time. Michael’s favorite are called the Mitsukurina owstoni. Akrasiel has chosen to no longer mock Michael for it.
Quite a few of the angels enjoy playing games with the natives of Earth.
I’ve helped a poor boy, is all, Akrasiel says. I’ve given him hope.
Michael sighs. Surely that glimpse of the other world was enough to show us all that the creatures of Earth are to be observed, not interacted with.
Of course, Michael, Akrasiel says. I’m tired. Please, excuse me.
Akrasiel’s nest is far out of the way. Ozryel is already there.
Akrasiel holds out Steven Grant Rogers’ shining soul. Ozryel grins, flicking James Buchanan Barnes’ shimmering soul into the air between them.
There is a war coming. They both can feel the Mad Titan drawing ever closer, but even Michael, as yet, has not noticed.
And now, Ozryel says, pulling Akrasiel into the nest, we wait.
Re: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
(Anonymous) 2014-11-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)Mind = BLOWN
Re: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
*snickers* Thank you for reading!
OP: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
(Anonymous) 2014-11-20 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)OMG, Bucky and Vlad Dracula, so awesome. <3
Re: OP: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
I'm so very glad you like it!
I choose to believe they win.
Yeah, Bucky descended from Vlad Dracula has become my headcanon, mainly due to Darth Stitch's fics. *hee*
Re: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
(Anonymous) 2014-11-20 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 6/6 Steve/Bucky, Bucky sold his soul (maybe)
Thank you so very much!