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Bucky Barnes/Toro Raymond, "If something were to happen to me, all the world's women would grieve!" (Edgar Roni Figaro, Final Fantasy VI)
“If we died, do you think anyone would actually care?”
“What?” Bucky rolled over to gaze at Toro, who was staring the ceiling.
“If we died, all us, the invaders, would any one actually care?”
“Course they would.”
“Who?”
Bucky shrugged. “Command.”
Toro snorted. “Just stick some other kids in costume, and they’d probably glad to be rid of the Namor headache.”
Bucky conceded. “Roger. Lord Falsworth”
“O.K. anyone else?”
Bucky frowned, rummaging around. There was his sister, but after what they’d said the last time they were together, he wasn’t honestly sure she would. “What about that resistant dame Cap’s running around with? She’d care.”
“Only until the next GI comes around.” Toro winced as Bucky poked him in the arm.
“It’s kinda depressing isn’t How few people would actually care if we vanished off the face of the earth tomorrow?”
“I’d care.” Bucky rolled over. “I think a lot of people would.”
“Why?”
Bucky shrugged. “Cause you’re good looking?”
The Invaders, “What will you do after the war is over?”
“Do you think you can go back?” Roger asked, leaning against the sink, accepting dishes from Spitfire.
“Go back to what?”
“When it’s all over, do you think you can go back to debutante balls, worrying about the season, the kitchen, producing bonny babies for empire?”
“Someone has to carry on the Union Jack Legacy, and forgive me if I don’t see you or Brian contributing to that.”
Roger laughed, lightly.
“What about you and Brian?”
Roger shrugged, holding a chipped china plate up to the light.
“Nothing’s changed for me, or Brian.”
“Yes it has.” Spitfire argued. “You’ve spent 3 years surrounded by people who know and who aren’t upset or disgusted by it.”
“There’s nothing new in limited tolerance, Spit. Remember, we’ve never pushed it.” He sighed. “We’ll go back to the shadows, and hope to God what’s been seen here has some effect.”
******
“May I ask you something?”
“If I say no, will you go away?” Namor groaned. “Very well you may ask.”
“What will you do when the war is over?”
Namor shrugged. “Return to Atlantis. I have been away from there too long.” He looks up at the android. “And you?”
Jim shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Perhaps it was the woebegone expression on his face, that made Namor add, quite kindly. “The war may be over, but there will always be bad men in the world.”
Jim looks ridiculous pleased at the thought.
******
“You ever think about it?”
“Think about what?”
Toro shifted, uncomfortable in the cold night. “About the war ending?”
“Nope.”
“You don’t ever think about what you’ll do afterwards.”
“Toro, I don’t always believe it’s ever going to end.”
“Oh.” Toro shifted uncomfortable, looking over at Bucky, binoculars pressed against his eyes, as he surveyed the target.
“It has to end at some point.”
“Well maybe I don’t think I’ll live to see it.” Bucky snapped. He turned his attention back to the landscape. “You think about it? A nice house in the blurbs, with some dame, two. Four kids, white fence, and a dog?”
Yeah, but the dame is you. Toro thinks. Out loud, he says. “Sure.”
****
“Union Jack isn’t like Captain America. My government didn’t choose me. It’s a part of me. Like my name, like my family’s home.
So in answer to your question, Captain, No I won’t be hanging up the cowl when all this is over, because I can’t, any more than I can change the colour of my eyes.” He turned to look at Steve. “It’s my inheritance. Nothing I can about it.”
“Would you if you could?” Steve asked curiously, leaning against his shield.
“No.” The answer was soft, but firm. “You don’t run from your responsibilities.”
Bucky/Eli, They both have a lot to live up to
Isaiah Bradley was a hero, even if no one says it.
He destroyed the Super Soldier program at Schwarzebitte and in doing so probably altered the whole course of the war.
Bucky knows exactly how hard that was, as he was supposed to do it. He tried, and failed, while Isaiah succeeded. In fact the only part of the mission he actually succeeded it was rescuing Isaiah, and even then the man did most of the hard stuff himself, and it was an accident.
What did it get him? A court Marshal and a prison cell!
It wasn’t fair, and a part of him will always feel guilty for failing to find out what happened to Isaiah after they got out. He tells himself that there was a war on, information was at a premium and even if he had asked, it wouldn’t have made any difference.
Steve Rogers was a hero. Everyone knows that, even if they don’t always say it.
The first (and only to date) completely successful recipient of the Super Soldier serum, a man who always stood up for what he thought was right, even when it put him against his government and his friends.
People think Bucky Barnes is a hero. But they don’t know what he’s done. If he’s lucky, they’ll never know, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful for that.
Isaiah is just one name on a long list of failures, that he can never erase.
Very few people have heard of Eli Bradley. Those who have, agreed that he’s a hero, but he’s just a kid.
The even smaller number who approve, think he’s doing it to honor Captain America or worse, Bucky. Bucky knows that’s not true, but it still gets him mad when he hears people express that opinion.
People remember Will Naslund, Jeff Mace, and even the fifties Anti Cap (and boy would he like to punch the idiot who thought that guy was a good idea), but even Guys like Logan and Nick Fury, with all their intelligence connections haven’t heard of Isaiah. Man gave his life, in all the ways that matter, and is relegated to a rumor.
Looking over at Eli, practicing with those bloody stars of his, Bucky offers a silent promise to whatever powers govern the universe, that it won’t happen to his grandson
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Marvel/DCU, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd, connection (Steve Rogers' POV)
People say I should interfere. Take steps to stop it.
They tell me the kid’s a killer, beyond the pale, beyond hope, beyond redemption.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe he is.
But if he is, then so’s Bucky, and I can’t believe that.
I remember the first time I had a hint of the missions that they were using Bucky from. I came into the tent, to find him pulling off a jacket, covered in blood. Folding it up neatly, a military brat to the core. He looked up as I came in.
Almost identical situation to the one the comics claim was how we met, except the roles are reversed.
He made some joke, or comment, I don’t remember, I wasn’t really listening, looking away.
What I remember is the way the eyes looked at me in that instant. The way they asked why I didn’t stop them, didn’t protect, why I let this happen.
I think I made some reply and stepped back out. Namor found me throwing up in a trash can bout an hour later.
I look at this kid, this Jason, and I see the same questions in his eyes. Bucky’s got his head around what happened back then. And if he can even make the tiniest bit of difference to this kid, then we have to give them a chance.
Maybe they’re sleeping together, maybe they’re not. Maybe they’re just holding each other though the nightmares, I don’t know and I don’t care. They understand each other in a way the rest of us can’t.
And for the moment, that’s what they need.
DCU/Marvel, Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, "So, you celebrate your Death Day?"
“So you celebrate it?” Bucky asked, looking confused.
Jason took another swig of beer.
“Yeph.”
“The day you died.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you?”
“No.” Bucky actually did all he could not to think about that day.
“You should.” Jason said, with a shrug. “It’s kinda like your birthday, literally in your case.”
His metallic hand tightened around the can, almost crushing it. This…this was a mistake.
“Hey, Don’t go.” He turns around at the small scared note in the kid’s voice. “I just thought you, of all people, you’d get this.”
He doesn’t. he can’t understand why you’d want to commemorate something as terrible. His death would at least have been clean and relatively painless, slipping into unconsciousness from either shock or hypothermia, before it happened. Hadn’t really had time to realize what was going on, to be afraid.
Jason had been beaten to death. He’s seen that happen enough to know it’s a horrible way to die, that the victim knows exactly what is happening to them. He doesn’t know if Jason remembers the explosion that actually killed (though his chances of surviving with those injuries were small to start with. Alfred slipped him a copy of the autopsy report, with a note threatening worse if he hurt Jason), but he’s sat up with enough nightmares to make him think it’s likely.
He can’t understand why anyone would want to celebrate such an horrendous event.
But then he looks into Jason’s eyes and sees the reason. Jason needs to celebrate it, because he can’t deal with it any other way.
With a sigh, Bucky retakes his seat.
“Fine, but we’re not doing this on my death day.”
“Relax.” Jason grins wickedly. “Sure we can come up with something much more fun by then.”