cold_shoulder: (Looking outside)
James "Bucky" Barnes ([personal profile] cold_shoulder) wrote2012-03-03 12:07 am

Sample scene flavor two for [community profile] marvel_universe

He was standing on the roof of the building.

He knew he should go downstairs and knock on Steve's door, the way a civilized person would. The way he should have a long time ago, when he first remembered. But he couldn't. Facing Steve with what he had done, in a place where they could actually talk? Knowing the look of disappointment that would inevitably cross the familiar blue eyes?

It wasn't any easier knowing that he wasn't Steve's partner, after all, not really. Nothing was easier.

But running hadn't really changed anything, had it?

He looked out over the street once more. In a moment, he'd go down.

In a moment.
cap_a: (Steve: Grimace)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-02 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The events had played over and over in his mind for weeks now. Fury insisted that the moment he heard anything, he'd call. Tasha promised to hold Fury to the promise.

But that hasn't made it easier.

He goes to the window, looking out on the street below, his elbow and forearm resting against the pane, resting his forehead on his arm. Somewhere out there is Bucky.

Except... not really. The real Bucky died, just as Steve remembered.

"You're right, Cap! I see the fuse! It's gonna blow!"

The last words the real Bucky ever spoke.

But this other man... the creation of the Red Room...

He was built out of Bucky's remains. He had Bucky's memories now.

Doesn't that make him Bucky?

"It's gonna blow!" The explosion plays out before his eyes again.

The real Bucky is dead. But this man... he's got Bucky's memories. He's got Bucky's body. Perhaps not his soul... but the chance to have his own, inspired by Bucky's example...

He can be Bucky's legacy unlike anyone else.

Steve stares out the window, wondering where his oldest friend -- a complete stranger -- might be.
cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-02 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve looks up from the window, glancing over his shoulder at the door. He briefly considers not answering it -- he wasn't in the mood for a visit from pretty much anyone at the moment. But, realizing it could be important, he moves to the door and throws it open.

And stares for only half a heartbeat before throwing his arms around Bucky in an embrace.
cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"C--" Steve starts, and his voice catches in his throat.

He breaks the embrace and looks the man in the eye. And again, he's struck by the dichotomy of someone being his best friend and a complete stranger at the same time.

"Come in," he manages. "Please."
cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-02 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing," Steve admits. Beyond wondering where you are, and what I can do to help you.

And then the questions pour out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Are you okay? Do you need help? Is there anything I can do?"
cap_a: (Steve: Stare)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-02 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve smiles at him. "Please," he tells him. "If I can call you Bucky."

Or is that too much? Sure, he's got Bucky's memories... but also all the memories of the Winter Soldier. A different person.

But... if the Red Room had grabbed the real Bucky... would it have been any different?

"Unless you'd prefer something else," Steve adds a little lamely.
cap_a: (Steve: Smile)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-03 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Steve smiles at him -- an honest, open smile -- and he places his hands on Bucky's shoulders, looking him square in the eyes.

"You may not have been the man you remember being, Bucky... but you're choosing to be that man now. I can think of nothing more fitting."
cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-03 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You can," Steve tells him, with all the certainty that one might use to say that the sky is blue. "And I think Bucky himself would be honored." Steve raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't he?"

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cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Thinker... is still doing things from time to time. But he's in prison at the moment." Steve shakes his head. "For all that stops his schemes.

"As for Namor... he thought Atlantis had been destroyed, so he declared war on the surface. He... calmed down, eventually. And no one was badly hurt. He's still pretty much the same Namor."
cap_a: (Steve: Serious)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Be careful with the Thinker," Steve warns. "He's usually got all his bases covered -- and then some. You might not even know what game you're playing with him until he's already won."

He turns towards the kitchen; he might as well get Bucky something warm to drink. "But if you need any help with it... let me know. I'll be there."
cap_a: (Steve: Blank)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Assuming he doesn't already know," Steve replies. "You've always been good at sneaking around. If anyone can take him by surprise... it's you."
cap_a: (Steve: Stare)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Cap puts a kettle of water on the stove, and gets out some hot chocolate mix along with two mugs.

"Do whatever you need to do, Bucky," Steve replies. "I'll do whatever I can to help you."

He pauses, considering. "Where are you staying?"
cap_a: (Steve: Friendly)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tasha's a good friend," Steve acknowledges. He gives a smile to Bucky as he glances down and realizes what he's making.

"You still like hot chocolate, right?"

It wasn't something they had very often back in the war, but it was a treat when they could get it. Coffee or tea was more common, but after a long mission in cold weather, there was nothing like coming back to the camp to enjoy a cup of cocoa.
cap_a: (Steve: Friendly)

[personal profile] cap_a 2012-03-04 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The expression regarding Tasha doesn't go unnoticed by Steve. But he lets it go unmentioned.

As the kettle begins to whistle, Steve pours the hot water into the mugs, stirring the powder in. Jarvis would scold him for keeping powdered cocoa in such a manner, instead of having "real" hot chocolate, but this is exactly the sort of thing they had back in the war.

He hands the cup to Bucky, then offers his up in a toast.

Bucky's been gone a long, long time. He's been on a cold mission that tested him to his limits. And now he's back... and he gets to enjoy a cup of cocoa.

"To coming home," he offers with a smile.

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