Invaders Comment fics 2

May 28, 2010 17:27


TItle: Another world.
Characters: Toro
Prompt: Toro Raymond, With the Marines on a Pacific Island during WWII


It’s another world.

It’s the first mission he’s done on his own, no Jim, no Bucky, none of the Invaders, and it’s really different.

For one thing, the weather.

Despite what the British may claim, it doesn’t rain every day in Europe. Just feels like that sometimes.

Here, it’s always warm, feels like he hasn’t worn a shirt since he got here. No one else seems to either, so it’s not a big deal.

Strutting around, bait for brains. Bucky’s voice in his head mocks him.

The guys he’s with are different too.

He’s worked with Marines before, in Europe, both British and American. They’re...they all seem so old, even though they’re all about the same age. These guys...they’re just kids, or they seem to act like them. He’s not sure if it’s that cause they haven’t seen as much or if they’ve seen more.

Things are bad here.

Its Jungle warfare and Kamikaze.  Death on the individual, rather than on mass. He can’t decide whether that’s better or worse.

One death is a tragedy, a million is a static. Stalin’s words, he thinks, but he remembers Steve quoting them. Trying to explain why Bucky is as affected as him. Or why the Germans, French, everyone really allowed this to happen.

He hugs himself.

He wants to go home, back to Pappy, Steve, heck even to Bucky. He thinks Bucky would probably laugh at him if he knew that.

He sighs, looking out over the blue water so different to the grey blue of the English Channel.  He’s back in America, but he wants to go home!!!


Title: Crazy World
Characters: Bucky, Toro, Roger, Hawkeye
Prompt "This crazy modern world"
Warnings: minor references to a BDMS.


He wasn’t Steve. He wasn’t Steve and he had no problems with dames dressing anyway they felt like. Heck, he’s been beaten up by women in their underwear before.

Just...those women were in the privacy of their own rooms (or someone else’s), not strutting around in public.

He’s no objections to dames in trousers (fighting in a dress is really, really difficult, trust him, he’s done it) and no real objections to short skirts (just wishes he’s been around to appreciate the change), But when Hawkeye walks in, sporting her new costume...

“Errr. Didn’t Hawkeye wear a skirt for a while?” He asked, trying desperately not to look at what wasn’t there.

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t you err utilise that?”

Kate raised an eyebrow at him under the mask.

“Couldn’t you utilise Cap’s old costume?”

He had to admit it, “Touché.”

He supposed eventually he’d get used to it.

****

He’s not going to stare; he’s not going to stare.

There’s nothing new here, nothing that can hurt him. Roger’s already said if he sees something that makes him uncomfortable, then they can leave. It’s no big deal.

Just a little hard adjusting after years spent in the dark. Or in the closet, he supposes technically.

But it’s O.K. there’s nothing out here to hurt him. There’s nothing new. There’s.... a man being led on a collar.

“Here we are.” Roger was back by his side again, holding two ice cream cones. He looked at Toro, and then followed his eyes.

“It’s alright. Nothing to be afraid of. Just in a sub Dom.”

“Sub Dom?”

“Yeah.” Roger nodded. “Submissive Dominant Relationship. Don’t understand it myself, but...” He looked at Toro’s face and decided this wasn’t the time for an explanation.

“Want to go now?”

Toro didn’t say anything, just nodded.

Roger sighed internally. Dam it, whatever the kid might think jumping in at the deep end was a way to drown, not to learn to swim.



comment fics, invaders, bucky/toro

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