Fic: Come Together, Come Apart, Bucky/Toro
Title Come Together, Come Apart
Author ani_bester
Rating PG
Characters Bucky/Toro
Word Count 1,225
Warning Sadness
Notes This was done based on a writing meme I saw going around. Put your music playing device on random (or in my case I used one of my Pandora channels) and write ficlets for the songs as they come up. You've got the length of the song to write the fic in. Then post. Disclaimer here, I'm cheating. Trust me you guys WANT me to cheat. As anyone who as ever RPed with me, you do NOT want to read my raw writing. It's a typo-extravaganza. So I did what it said, but then edited them. I also a re-arranged the song order for better flow. In case anyone wanted to know, the original order was: White Rabbit, Kathy's Song, Time of the Season, Somebody to Love, Painted Black, Sound of Silence. And yes, Pandora clearly wants Bucky/Toro angst >.>
Summery: Moments in Bucky and Toro's lives that either brought them together or pulled them apart, or maybe as little of both.
Come Together, Come Apart
Painted Black - The Standells
Bucky stood away several feet away from where Toro sat like a statue on the ground. He wasn't on fire now, but even after his devastating attack on the German troops that had followed, he still generated heat like an out of control furnace. Shielding his face from the heat with his hand, Bucky wished Jim's mission with Namor ended today rather than tomorrow.
"C'mon, Pal," Bucky called. "We gotta get back."
Toro glanced over his shoulder. Black smeared across Toro's face in dark streaks again his pale skin. For a second Bucky didn't understand where the black had come from. Then the wind picked up and filled the air with the ashen remains of the German soldier.
Bucky swore the air around him got even hotter.
Toro shuddered, then sniffled and wiped at his face, the ash sticking where his face was damp. He didn't move, just continued to sit on the ground and stare at the charred corpses.
Bucky gritted his teeth against the heat and took hold of Toro's forearm and hoisted him up. "C'mon, pal," he murmured, tugging until Toro began to walk.
"Hey Buck," Toro whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Can I bunk with you tonight?"
Bucky nodded. "Yeah sure."
Somebody To Love - Jefferson Airplane
Toro sat on top of the grave-the fake grave- and concentrated on not causing a fire. Not that he was worried about destroying property; he just didn't want to burn all the alcohol out again.
"So much for doing anything at all together, huh," he said. The venom in his voice caught even Toro by surprise. "I'm pretty mad at you," he slurred, leaning back and nearly toppling over.
He could hear someone coming. Fred probably. Fred or Betsy, they were the babysitters for the All Winners. And since Toro had discovered how much easier things could be while drunk, he was fast overshadowing Namor in the "PR disaster" department. He knew for sure Fred wanted him fired.
"Fired would be ironic," Toro said. Then he laughed until he forgot why he was laughing.
"Toro,"
Fred then.
Toro stood up and looked back at the grave. He'd forgotten if he'd gone to Bucky's or Jim's. But a quick look around his whirling surroundings told him this wasn't Nevada, so Bucky then.
He looked at Fred as he stood wobbling on his feet.
"You don't look a F- thing like him, you know."
White Rabbit -Jefferson Airplane
Toro squirmed in the kitchen chair and looked away from Bucky's gleeful smirk and down at his hands. He could feel his cheeks burn and wondered if it were literal. Even more though, he could feel Bucky watching him. He glanced up, his gaze quick like a rabbit poking his head above a the ground to check for a predator.
"It's not that big a deal," Toro insisted, hate how much higher pitched his voice sounded right now. Bucky chuckled and Toro looked back down. "or it wasn't back then," he muttered, clasping his hands together.
Bucky shook his head. "No really, you on LSD that is a big deal. There's video right? Something I can watch?"
Toro sighed.
"I can't believe I missed you being a hippy,"
Toro just sighed again, whishing he'd found the whole thing as funny as Bucky.
Time of the Season - The Zombies
Bucky stared at Toro. Usually Toro could be flustered, fairly easily too, but right now he stood his ground arms crossed expression form.
"Absolutely I am," he agreed, derailing Bucky's joke with unexpected agreement.
Bucky felt his mouth go dry and he averted his eyes. "Toro-"
"You said you wanted to,"
"I was drunk,"
"No you weren't, and neither was Natasha."
Bucky took a step back. Toro took a step forward.
"Maybe it's not a good time, you're just back and -"
"When is there going to be a better time?" Toro asked, taking a step closer. "C'mon, Bucky, I'm not asking you to merry me here."
Bucky took a deep breath. Then he nodded and took Toro's hand.
Kathy's Song - Simon and Garfunkle
Bucky sat awake staring at the wall trying to contain the urge to kick the buzzsaw next to him out of bed. He'd poked and prodded and even kicked and pushed, but Toro at some point in his life, Toro had stopped being a light sleeper and now slept like the dead. The very noisy dead.
Bucky wrapped the pillow around his head and rolled onto his side, facing the window. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to not think. Because thinking lead to remembering and Natasha was miles away in England somewhere. and Toro couldn't or wouldn't understand.
Toro may have "shared" the Red Room with Bucky and Natasha, but he wouldn't talk about it and clung to the answer he didn't remember anything. It made it a closed subject between them. Which meant that right now, listening to Toro snore, Bucky wished desperately for Natasha to come home. He concentrated on that thought to keep all the others away.
Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkle
Bucky sat at one end of the bench, Toro at the other. The day had passed the by in a rush of colors and sound as they'd sat there.
Both searched for something to say while watching the sitting sun turns the sky bright orange and blood red. Bucky heard a coat rustle, loud in the silence that was replacing the light.
Bucky looked to his side and saw Toro offering him a cigarette. It lit as Bucky took it. He took a small puff, even though he'd quit, and then handed it back. It was the first of many that night.
The two sat there until the raising sun turned the horizon pink. Then Bucky stood.
"Thanks for the smoke," he said, hands shoved into the pockets of his brown bomber coat.
Toro nodded. Bucky waited a few moments, then turned and headed out into the cold of New York City.
-End
Author ani_bester
Rating PG
Characters Bucky/Toro
Word Count 1,225
Warning Sadness
Notes This was done based on a writing meme I saw going around. Put your music playing device on random (or in my case I used one of my Pandora channels) and write ficlets for the songs as they come up. You've got the length of the song to write the fic in. Then post. Disclaimer here, I'm cheating. Trust me you guys WANT me to cheat. As anyone who as ever RPed with me, you do NOT want to read my raw writing. It's a typo-extravaganza. So I did what it said, but then edited them. I also a re-arranged the song order for better flow. In case anyone wanted to know, the original order was: White Rabbit, Kathy's Song, Time of the Season, Somebody to Love, Painted Black, Sound of Silence. And yes, Pandora clearly wants Bucky/Toro angst >.>
Summery: Moments in Bucky and Toro's lives that either brought them together or pulled them apart, or maybe as little of both.
Come Together, Come Apart
Painted Black - The Standells
Bucky stood away several feet away from where Toro sat like a statue on the ground. He wasn't on fire now, but even after his devastating attack on the German troops that had followed, he still generated heat like an out of control furnace. Shielding his face from the heat with his hand, Bucky wished Jim's mission with Namor ended today rather than tomorrow.
"C'mon, Pal," Bucky called. "We gotta get back."
Toro glanced over his shoulder. Black smeared across Toro's face in dark streaks again his pale skin. For a second Bucky didn't understand where the black had come from. Then the wind picked up and filled the air with the ashen remains of the German soldier.
Bucky swore the air around him got even hotter.
Toro shuddered, then sniffled and wiped at his face, the ash sticking where his face was damp. He didn't move, just continued to sit on the ground and stare at the charred corpses.
Bucky gritted his teeth against the heat and took hold of Toro's forearm and hoisted him up. "C'mon, pal," he murmured, tugging until Toro began to walk.
"Hey Buck," Toro whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Can I bunk with you tonight?"
Bucky nodded. "Yeah sure."
Somebody To Love - Jefferson Airplane
Toro sat on top of the grave-the fake grave- and concentrated on not causing a fire. Not that he was worried about destroying property; he just didn't want to burn all the alcohol out again.
"So much for doing anything at all together, huh," he said. The venom in his voice caught even Toro by surprise. "I'm pretty mad at you," he slurred, leaning back and nearly toppling over.
He could hear someone coming. Fred probably. Fred or Betsy, they were the babysitters for the All Winners. And since Toro had discovered how much easier things could be while drunk, he was fast overshadowing Namor in the "PR disaster" department. He knew for sure Fred wanted him fired.
"Fired would be ironic," Toro said. Then he laughed until he forgot why he was laughing.
"Toro,"
Fred then.
Toro stood up and looked back at the grave. He'd forgotten if he'd gone to Bucky's or Jim's. But a quick look around his whirling surroundings told him this wasn't Nevada, so Bucky then.
He looked at Fred as he stood wobbling on his feet.
"You don't look a F- thing like him, you know."
White Rabbit -Jefferson Airplane
Toro squirmed in the kitchen chair and looked away from Bucky's gleeful smirk and down at his hands. He could feel his cheeks burn and wondered if it were literal. Even more though, he could feel Bucky watching him. He glanced up, his gaze quick like a rabbit poking his head above a the ground to check for a predator.
"It's not that big a deal," Toro insisted, hate how much higher pitched his voice sounded right now. Bucky chuckled and Toro looked back down. "or it wasn't back then," he muttered, clasping his hands together.
Bucky shook his head. "No really, you on LSD that is a big deal. There's video right? Something I can watch?"
Toro sighed.
"I can't believe I missed you being a hippy,"
Toro just sighed again, whishing he'd found the whole thing as funny as Bucky.
Time of the Season - The Zombies
Bucky stared at Toro. Usually Toro could be flustered, fairly easily too, but right now he stood his ground arms crossed expression form.
"Absolutely I am," he agreed, derailing Bucky's joke with unexpected agreement.
Bucky felt his mouth go dry and he averted his eyes. "Toro-"
"You said you wanted to,"
"I was drunk,"
"No you weren't, and neither was Natasha."
Bucky took a step back. Toro took a step forward.
"Maybe it's not a good time, you're just back and -"
"When is there going to be a better time?" Toro asked, taking a step closer. "C'mon, Bucky, I'm not asking you to merry me here."
Bucky took a deep breath. Then he nodded and took Toro's hand.
Kathy's Song - Simon and Garfunkle
Bucky sat awake staring at the wall trying to contain the urge to kick the buzzsaw next to him out of bed. He'd poked and prodded and even kicked and pushed, but Toro at some point in his life, Toro had stopped being a light sleeper and now slept like the dead. The very noisy dead.
Bucky wrapped the pillow around his head and rolled onto his side, facing the window. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to not think. Because thinking lead to remembering and Natasha was miles away in England somewhere. and Toro couldn't or wouldn't understand.
Toro may have "shared" the Red Room with Bucky and Natasha, but he wouldn't talk about it and clung to the answer he didn't remember anything. It made it a closed subject between them. Which meant that right now, listening to Toro snore, Bucky wished desperately for Natasha to come home. He concentrated on that thought to keep all the others away.
Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkle
Bucky sat at one end of the bench, Toro at the other. The day had passed the by in a rush of colors and sound as they'd sat there.
Both searched for something to say while watching the sitting sun turns the sky bright orange and blood red. Bucky heard a coat rustle, loud in the silence that was replacing the light.
Bucky looked to his side and saw Toro offering him a cigarette. It lit as Bucky took it. He took a small puff, even though he'd quit, and then handed it back. It was the first of many that night.
The two sat there until the raising sun turned the horizon pink. Then Bucky stood.
"Thanks for the smoke," he said, hands shoved into the pockets of his brown bomber coat.
Toro nodded. Bucky waited a few moments, then turned and headed out into the cold of New York City.
-End