Fic: Colliding on a Backdrop of Blue (Dick Grayson/Bucky Barnes)
I ficced! I shall place it here, as is my wont! Now we feast!
Title: Colliding on a Backdrop of Blue
Fandoms: Nightwing Comics, Winter Soldier Comics, Captain America Movie
Pairings: Dick Grayson/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Barbara Gordon
Rating: Teen
Word count: 12,596
Summary: The Winter Soldier has started to malfunction and wander off after completing his missions. His handlers chase him to Blüdhaven, where they get more of a resistance than they expected from the local vigilante.
A/N: This is for barbed_whispers, who is evil. It's a mix of comic-verse and Captain America movie-verse. I basically just used the bits I wanted. I have no idea where you even pimp fic anymore, but tell your friends? The cut goes to A03, since it was too big to post here.
(The face that looked down at him was shadowed by stringy dark hair that framed a square chin and haunted, almost empty eyes. Around his throat was an incredibly strong arm in a cold metal glove. That would have been the glint he saw then. "Name, rank, and serial number," the man said, with a haggard voice. "Or I’ll kill you where you are.")
Title: Colliding on a Backdrop of Blue
Fandoms: Nightwing Comics, Winter Soldier Comics, Captain America Movie
Pairings: Dick Grayson/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Barbara Gordon
Rating: Teen
Word count: 12,596
Summary: The Winter Soldier has started to malfunction and wander off after completing his missions. His handlers chase him to Blüdhaven, where they get more of a resistance than they expected from the local vigilante.
A/N: This is for barbed_whispers, who is evil. It's a mix of comic-verse and Captain America movie-verse. I basically just used the bits I wanted. I have no idea where you even pimp fic anymore, but tell your friends? The cut goes to A03, since it was too big to post here.
(The face that looked down at him was shadowed by stringy dark hair that framed a square chin and haunted, almost empty eyes. Around his throat was an incredibly strong arm in a cold metal glove. That would have been the glint he saw then. "Name, rank, and serial number," the man said, with a haggard voice. "Or I’ll kill you where you are.")