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Thor & Bucky, Fight Me for
Manueluv
Thor wept with joy for Steve's happiness when Steve's shield brother was returned to him, and listened with a sympathetic ear to Steve's late night doubts and fears about Bucky's heart and mind after all that was done to him, but he hasn't spent much time with Bucky himself.
He's part of the team now, though, and Thor knows that excluding him or treating him differently would be rude to Bucky (and by extension, Steve) and poor for team morale. So when Bucky hovers uncertainly around the perimeter of the gym one morning, Thor smiles and says, "Soldier of Winter, will you spar with me?"
He is rewarded with a tentative smile and an answer full of friendly bravado. "You think you can take me?"
"We shall see," Thor replies with a smile of his own. "I shall try not to hurt you too badly. I would not like to disappoint Steve."
Bucky laughs and closes quickly, and Thor is pleased to see the shadows flee his visage, replaced by the joy of the fight.
*
Offer Me - Nick/Cassie for
Tygermama
Cassie looks at the papers in her hand and then back at Nick again. "What is this?"
"A chance at normal." Nick gives her an eager smile. "A chance to get out of this life and have everything you deserve."
Cassie stares down at the passport, the birth certificate, the driver's license. She rubs at the picture of her face, her hair cut short, no streaks of color in it. She remembers the day it was taken, the two of them pretending to be a couple getting passport pictures for their honeymoon. She knows he doesn't know how much she wanted that to be real, but she never expected this.
"They're the best money could buy," he continues, his smile going small and tentative when she doesn't do anything but look at him as he paces the small motel room. "As long as you stay out of trouble with the FBI, you should be fine. You can settle down, go to school, have a life."
"And what about you?"
He stops and cocks his head, forehead creased with confusion. "What about me?"
"Where are you gonna be while I'm living the dream as," she looks down at the paperwork again, "Cassie Jones of Decatur, Georgia?"
"Uh." He glances out the window at the parking lot and shrugs. "I hadn't really given it much thought."
"So you're not going to be there with me?"
He slumps down into a chair. "You know it's safer if we separate."
"You know I don't care about that." She slings a leg over and settles herself in his lap, one hand coming up to cup his cheek and tip his face up to hers. "No place is really safe, and I'm happier when we're together."
His eyes widen and his expression clears, filling with something that looks like hope. Cassie closes the small distance between them and presses her lips to his softly, her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest as she waits for him to kiss her back. He does, after a tiny hesitation, and she sighs against his mouth.
"Me, too," he murmurs against her cheek, his hand tangling in her hair to hold her close so he can kiss her again. "Me, too."
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me, for
sniffleheim
Bucky's not sure at first what it is that wakes him, and he lies in the darkness of the tent, hand on his gun and every nerve strung taut. He closes his eyes and forces himself to listen.
Steve is snuffling in his bedroll, and suddenly Bucky's filled with a different, more familiar fear. He'd thought the serum had taken care of Steve's asthma and tendency towards pneumonia, but Steve sounds like he can't breathe, and Bucky's never been able to sleep through that.
He rolls over and puts a hand on Steve's back, ignoring how his shoulders are twice as broad as they used to be and focusing on the way Steve shakes under the touch.
"Hey," he whispers, "you okay?" One of Steve's shoulders rises in a half-shrug and he shakes his head. Bucky presses closer, fits his body against the curve of Steve's spine, and drapes his arm over Steve's to place his hand on Steve's chest. "Breathe in, nice and slow," he murmurs, nosing at the short hair behind Steve's ear. He still smells the same underneath the dirt and the smoke and sweat, and Bucky finds that comforting.
Steve shudders against him, and mutters, "'M fine," with a trace of his old mule-headed petulance, but mostly he sounds broken, and that's when Bucky realizes he's not having an asthma attack. He's crying.
They've all had nights like this--Bucky figures any guy who says he hasn't is a liar--but it's worse now because it's Steve. He'd never wanted Steve to have to see the kinds of things they see every day, and today was worse than usual, humping through the ashes of a bombed out village in HYDRA's wake.
"Hey," he whispers, "there was nothing we could have done."
"If we'd--If I'd been faster," Steve says.
Bucky presses his face to Steve's shoulder and breathes him in for a brief moment, gathering his strength. "No matter what Stark and his scientists tell you, you're still only human, Steve. You can't save everybody."
Steve rolls over and Bucky shifts away to give him room. His face is tear-streaked and pale in the darkness, his lashes wet and clumped together. "You don't know that."
"Yeah," Bucky says sadly, "unfortunately, I do." He wraps his hand around the nape of Steve's neck and presses their foreheads together. "You do the best you can, Steve. You always have. And it will have to be enough."
Steve sucks in another hitching breath and buries his face in the crook of Bucky's neck. Bucky holds him until the shaking stops. They fall asleep like that, eventually, and don't talk about it in the morning.
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me for Anonymous
"Cap," Natasha's voice is sharp in Steve's ear, "we need you in the underground lab."
Cold fear shoots through him--there's nothing that Natasha and Bucky shouldn't be able to handle anywhere, let alone a bunch of chemists in a basement lab--and he vaults over the railing instead of taking the stairs.
Natasha is standing amid an array of unconscious AIM scientists. She has a bruise rising on her left cheek, but looks okay otherwise.
Bucky is pummeling the only one of the scientists still clinging to consciousness, blood and teeth scattered around the man's head, his face looking like so much ground meat under Bucky's fists.
"Bucky, hey, hey, Bucky," Steve says, putting himself in Bucky's line of sight.
Bucky looks up, his face a horrible blank for a moment before his gaze catches on Steve's shield and then his face. "Steve?" His voice is hoarse and ragged, like he's been running.
"Yeah, Buck. It's me. You okay?"
Bucky looks at the man beneath him, the expression on his face going from confused to ashamed. "I--His face was familiar. I think he was one of the scientists who used to program me."
Steve glances at Natasha, who nods, her face impassive. "Okay. Why don't we let Natasha tie him up, and we can go see about your hands?"
Bucky stands, the grace of his movements at odds with the unhappiness on his face. "You okay, Nat?"
"I'm fine, James. I'll finish this up and join you shortly."
Steve mouths, "Thanks," at her over his shoulder as he leads Bucky up the stairs. The others are already outside, so Steve stops for a moment, turns and pulls Bucky into his arms. "It's okay," he murmurs into Bucky's sweaty hair. "I've got you."
Bucky shakes against him for a moment, his chest heaving against Steve's before he collects himself and raises his face. Steve cups his cheek gently, thumbs his lower lip before leaning into press a quick kiss to his mouth. "Okay?"
"Yeah," Bucky says, giving him a weak smile. "I will be."
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me, for
caughtinanocean
Bucky usually has no problem finding that quiet, patient place inside that makes such him a deadly sniper, but in the interest of not scaring the locals, Steve shoves him into an unused confessional and presses up against him while they wait for Mil Máscaras to put in an appearance.
Bucky's pretty sure that even when he was the Winter Soldier, he'd have been distracted by the hard, heavy press of Steve's body against his, the humid heat of Steve's breath against his neck. Bucky can't remember the last time he went to confession, but the things Steve's making him think, making him want, right now would definitely have gotten him at least twenty Hail Marys from Father McGill back in the day.
He shifts, trying to focus on something that isn't Steve's thigh pressing up between his legs, and hears a muffled thump that might have been Steve's shield or might have been someone looking to confess.
They both freeze, and the sound isn't repeated, so Bucky lets himself relax slightly, right up until Steve murmurs in his ear, "Knock knock."
"Who's there?" he answers reflexively, and then wants to kick himself.
"Banana."
"Seriously?" Bucky whispers vehemently.
"Knock knock," Steve repeats.
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Steve." Bucky tries to put every ounce of annoyance he's feeling right now into that one word.
"Knock knock," Steve says.
"You're incorrigible. I don't know why I'm the one with the bad reputation." Steve's silence is patient and inexorable. Bucky sighs. "Who's there?"
"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" He can hear the smile in Steve's voice and he can't help it, he starts giggling. Not even laughing in a manly way, no, this is some seriously high-pitched giggling that would totally give their presence away if there were anyone else in the church.
"Bucky," Steve says in his Captain America voice, but Bucky can hear the suppressed laughter in it, "Bucky, you have to be quiet now."
"Screw you," Bucky replies, breathless and still laughing, but mindful of where they are even now. "Your jokes suck."
"Good thing you have the sense of humor of a six-year-old."
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"Make me."
Steve, never one to miss an opportunity, cups his chin and kisses him, hot and wet and sweet.
Mil Máscaras never shows, or maybe he was scared away by the sound of giggling in the confessional, but Bucky doesn't care. It's the best mission he's been on in weeks.
*
I'm gonna put the last three up on AO3 as three things fic, I think, and maybe the Nick/Cassie, also. I just need to come up with titles. *hands* I still have a bunch of others I'm working on, but it felt nice to write something again.
*
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Thor & Bucky, Fight Me for
Manueluv
Thor wept with joy for Steve's happiness when Steve's shield brother was returned to him, and listened with a sympathetic ear to Steve's late night doubts and fears about Bucky's heart and mind after all that was done to him, but he hasn't spent much time with Bucky himself.
He's part of the team now, though, and Thor knows that excluding him or treating him differently would be rude to Bucky (and by extension, Steve) and poor for team morale. So when Bucky hovers uncertainly around the perimeter of the gym one morning, Thor smiles and says, "Soldier of Winter, will you spar with me?"
He is rewarded with a tentative smile and an answer full of friendly bravado. "You think you can take me?"
"We shall see," Thor replies with a smile of his own. "I shall try not to hurt you too badly. I would not like to disappoint Steve."
Bucky laughs and closes quickly, and Thor is pleased to see the shadows flee his visage, replaced by the joy of the fight.
*
Offer Me - Nick/Cassie for
Tygermama
Cassie looks at the papers in her hand and then back at Nick again. "What is this?"
"A chance at normal." Nick gives her an eager smile. "A chance to get out of this life and have everything you deserve."
Cassie stares down at the passport, the birth certificate, the driver's license. She rubs at the picture of her face, her hair cut short, no streaks of color in it. She remembers the day it was taken, the two of them pretending to be a couple getting passport pictures for their honeymoon. She knows he doesn't know how much she wanted that to be real, but she never expected this.
"They're the best money could buy," he continues, his smile going small and tentative when she doesn't do anything but look at him as he paces the small motel room. "As long as you stay out of trouble with the FBI, you should be fine. You can settle down, go to school, have a life."
"And what about you?"
He stops and cocks his head, forehead creased with confusion. "What about me?"
"Where are you gonna be while I'm living the dream as," she looks down at the paperwork again, "Cassie Jones of Decatur, Georgia?"
"Uh." He glances out the window at the parking lot and shrugs. "I hadn't really given it much thought."
"So you're not going to be there with me?"
He slumps down into a chair. "You know it's safer if we separate."
"You know I don't care about that." She slings a leg over and settles herself in his lap, one hand coming up to cup his cheek and tip his face up to hers. "No place is really safe, and I'm happier when we're together."
His eyes widen and his expression clears, filling with something that looks like hope. Cassie closes the small distance between them and presses her lips to his softly, her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest as she waits for him to kiss her back. He does, after a tiny hesitation, and she sighs against his mouth.
"Me, too," he murmurs against her cheek, his hand tangling in her hair to hold her close so he can kiss her again. "Me, too."
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me, for
sniffleheim
Bucky's not sure at first what it is that wakes him, and he lies in the darkness of the tent, hand on his gun and every nerve strung taut. He closes his eyes and forces himself to listen.
Steve is snuffling in his bedroll, and suddenly Bucky's filled with a different, more familiar fear. He'd thought the serum had taken care of Steve's asthma and tendency towards pneumonia, but Steve sounds like he can't breathe, and Bucky's never been able to sleep through that.
He rolls over and puts a hand on Steve's back, ignoring how his shoulders are twice as broad as they used to be and focusing on the way Steve shakes under the touch.
"Hey," he whispers, "you okay?" One of Steve's shoulders rises in a half-shrug and he shakes his head. Bucky presses closer, fits his body against the curve of Steve's spine, and drapes his arm over Steve's to place his hand on Steve's chest. "Breathe in, nice and slow," he murmurs, nosing at the short hair behind Steve's ear. He still smells the same underneath the dirt and the smoke and sweat, and Bucky finds that comforting.
Steve shudders against him, and mutters, "'M fine," with a trace of his old mule-headed petulance, but mostly he sounds broken, and that's when Bucky realizes he's not having an asthma attack. He's crying.
They've all had nights like this--Bucky figures any guy who says he hasn't is a liar--but it's worse now because it's Steve. He'd never wanted Steve to have to see the kinds of things they see every day, and today was worse than usual, humping through the ashes of a bombed out village in HYDRA's wake.
"Hey," he whispers, "there was nothing we could have done."
"If we'd--If I'd been faster," Steve says.
Bucky presses his face to Steve's shoulder and breathes him in for a brief moment, gathering his strength. "No matter what Stark and his scientists tell you, you're still only human, Steve. You can't save everybody."
Steve rolls over and Bucky shifts away to give him room. His face is tear-streaked and pale in the darkness, his lashes wet and clumped together. "You don't know that."
"Yeah," Bucky says sadly, "unfortunately, I do." He wraps his hand around the nape of Steve's neck and presses their foreheads together. "You do the best you can, Steve. You always have. And it will have to be enough."
Steve sucks in another hitching breath and buries his face in the crook of Bucky's neck. Bucky holds him until the shaking stops. They fall asleep like that, eventually, and don't talk about it in the morning.
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me for Anonymous
"Cap," Natasha's voice is sharp in Steve's ear, "we need you in the underground lab."
Cold fear shoots through him--there's nothing that Natasha and Bucky shouldn't be able to handle anywhere, let alone a bunch of chemists in a basement lab--and he vaults over the railing instead of taking the stairs.
Natasha is standing amid an array of unconscious AIM scientists. She has a bruise rising on her left cheek, but looks okay otherwise.
Bucky is pummeling the only one of the scientists still clinging to consciousness, blood and teeth scattered around the man's head, his face looking like so much ground meat under Bucky's fists.
"Bucky, hey, hey, Bucky," Steve says, putting himself in Bucky's line of sight.
Bucky looks up, his face a horrible blank for a moment before his gaze catches on Steve's shield and then his face. "Steve?" His voice is hoarse and ragged, like he's been running.
"Yeah, Buck. It's me. You okay?"
Bucky looks at the man beneath him, the expression on his face going from confused to ashamed. "I--His face was familiar. I think he was one of the scientists who used to program me."
Steve glances at Natasha, who nods, her face impassive. "Okay. Why don't we let Natasha tie him up, and we can go see about your hands?"
Bucky stands, the grace of his movements at odds with the unhappiness on his face. "You okay, Nat?"
"I'm fine, James. I'll finish this up and join you shortly."
Steve mouths, "Thanks," at her over his shoulder as he leads Bucky up the stairs. The others are already outside, so Steve stops for a moment, turns and pulls Bucky into his arms. "It's okay," he murmurs into Bucky's sweaty hair. "I've got you."
Bucky shakes against him for a moment, his chest heaving against Steve's before he collects himself and raises his face. Steve cups his cheek gently, thumbs his lower lip before leaning into press a quick kiss to his mouth. "Okay?"
"Yeah," Bucky says, giving him a weak smile. "I will be."
*
Steve/Bucky, quiet me, for
caughtinanocean
Bucky usually has no problem finding that quiet, patient place inside that makes such him a deadly sniper, but in the interest of not scaring the locals, Steve shoves him into an unused confessional and presses up against him while they wait for Mil Máscaras to put in an appearance.
Bucky's pretty sure that even when he was the Winter Soldier, he'd have been distracted by the hard, heavy press of Steve's body against his, the humid heat of Steve's breath against his neck. Bucky can't remember the last time he went to confession, but the things Steve's making him think, making him want, right now would definitely have gotten him at least twenty Hail Marys from Father McGill back in the day.
He shifts, trying to focus on something that isn't Steve's thigh pressing up between his legs, and hears a muffled thump that might have been Steve's shield or might have been someone looking to confess.
They both freeze, and the sound isn't repeated, so Bucky lets himself relax slightly, right up until Steve murmurs in his ear, "Knock knock."
"Who's there?" he answers reflexively, and then wants to kick himself.
"Banana."
"Seriously?" Bucky whispers vehemently.
"Knock knock," Steve repeats.
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Steve." Bucky tries to put every ounce of annoyance he's feeling right now into that one word.
"Knock knock," Steve says.
"You're incorrigible. I don't know why I'm the one with the bad reputation." Steve's silence is patient and inexorable. Bucky sighs. "Who's there?"
"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" He can hear the smile in Steve's voice and he can't help it, he starts giggling. Not even laughing in a manly way, no, this is some seriously high-pitched giggling that would totally give their presence away if there were anyone else in the church.
"Bucky," Steve says in his Captain America voice, but Bucky can hear the suppressed laughter in it, "Bucky, you have to be quiet now."
"Screw you," Bucky replies, breathless and still laughing, but mindful of where they are even now. "Your jokes suck."
"Good thing you have the sense of humor of a six-year-old."
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"Make me."
Steve, never one to miss an opportunity, cups his chin and kisses him, hot and wet and sweet.
Mil Máscaras never shows, or maybe he was scared away by the sound of giggling in the confessional, but Bucky doesn't care. It's the best mission he's been on in weeks.
*
I'm gonna put the last three up on AO3 as three things fic, I think, and maybe the Nick/Cassie, also. I just need to come up with titles. *hands* I still have a bunch of others I'm working on, but it felt nice to write something again.
*
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/534859.html.
people have commented there.