"Every Part a Flame" by stars_inthe_sky
Title: Every Part a Flame
Rating: Mature
Genre: Action, romance
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Terminator (fusion)
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Brock Rumlow, original characters
Pairings: Natasha/Bucky
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, consensual sex
Summary: In the 21st century, Hydra decides to reshape the future by changing the past. In the fall of 1943, Sergeant Barnes finds himself the unwitting target of an unstoppable assassin...and at the mercy of a fighter from the future who may be his only chance at survival. (Art by Vylla)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. You'd know if I did because this ship would've been onscreen canon like four movies ago.
Excerpt:
Raising a machine gun one-handed, the larger man catches Bucky in his rifle’s sights, aims, and then goes flying sideways.
Bucky, convinced he’s about to die, blinks rapidly at the battered Army Jeep that had hit his impossibly large assailant and manages to get back on his feet. He glances at where the other man-thing-had been thrown, but before he can figure out what the hell is going on, the Jeep’s driver screams, “Bucky Barnes!”
He turns back to the Jeep so fast it makes his head spin. That voice doesn’t belong to one of his fellow soldiers-it sounds female. The redhead behind the wheel isn’t anyone he’s met before; even in the midst of battle, he’s sure he couldn’t possibly have forgotten that face, with its precise, delicate features and sharp eyes that lock onto him even in the dim light.
“Come with me if you want to live,” she shouts, apparently nonplussed by the slaughter around them or the man she’s just knocked over. Her tone leaves no room for argument. “Now, soldier!”
The huge, silent man she had hit starts to stir, and Bucky clears his head enough to obey the unknown person who’s probably just saved his life. He’s barely climbed into the passenger seat before she slams on the gas. The car screeches backward across the rapidly emptying battlefield, then surges forward at a different angle.
“I’m Natasha,” she yells over the din. “Steve sent me; let’s get you out of here!”
[Read @ AO3]
Rating: Mature
Genre: Action, romance
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Terminator (fusion)
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Brock Rumlow, original characters
Pairings: Natasha/Bucky
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, consensual sex
Summary: In the 21st century, Hydra decides to reshape the future by changing the past. In the fall of 1943, Sergeant Barnes finds himself the unwitting target of an unstoppable assassin...and at the mercy of a fighter from the future who may be his only chance at survival. (Art by Vylla)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. You'd know if I did because this ship would've been onscreen canon like four movies ago.
Excerpt:
Raising a machine gun one-handed, the larger man catches Bucky in his rifle’s sights, aims, and then goes flying sideways.
Bucky, convinced he’s about to die, blinks rapidly at the battered Army Jeep that had hit his impossibly large assailant and manages to get back on his feet. He glances at where the other man-thing-had been thrown, but before he can figure out what the hell is going on, the Jeep’s driver screams, “Bucky Barnes!”
He turns back to the Jeep so fast it makes his head spin. That voice doesn’t belong to one of his fellow soldiers-it sounds female. The redhead behind the wheel isn’t anyone he’s met before; even in the midst of battle, he’s sure he couldn’t possibly have forgotten that face, with its precise, delicate features and sharp eyes that lock onto him even in the dim light.
“Come with me if you want to live,” she shouts, apparently nonplussed by the slaughter around them or the man she’s just knocked over. Her tone leaves no room for argument. “Now, soldier!”
The huge, silent man she had hit starts to stir, and Bucky clears his head enough to obey the unknown person who’s probably just saved his life. He’s barely climbed into the passenger seat before she slams on the gas. The car screeches backward across the rapidly emptying battlefield, then surges forward at a different angle.
“I’m Natasha,” she yells over the din. “Steve sent me; let’s get you out of here!”
[Read @ AO3]