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âIt was good, yes⊠you offering another?â He asked, smirking as he leaned forward, eyes flickering to the kiss being unwrapped.
ââŠPossibly, although it is only fair I claim this one for my own.â The silence between them was filled with the chocolate wrapper being unwrapped. Once the sugary sweet was revealed to both men. Still keeping a close eye at the man he placed the sweet into his mouth and closed it. There was an unbearably smug like smirk on his features as he did that. Â
Bucky smirked, leaning forward until he was less than a foot away from Zemo. "Mm. 'Only fair', huh? Well... fair to whom? Giving yourself a kiss seems a bit... egocentric? Narcissistic? Maybe both..."
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His gaze narrowed a millimetre as Bucky attempted to get the rise out of him. Plainly ignoring a slight shiver from hearing that particular sound, again heâll unpack it. âI assume that is a nice little treat?â another hershey kiss was take out of his pocket and being slowly unwrap.Â
"It was good, yes... you offering another?" He asked, smirking as he leaned forward, eyes flickering to the kiss being unwrapped.
Stares intently at Bucky before putting a hershey kisses down in front of him.
Bucky stared back at Zemo, raising an eye row as he reached down, slowly unwrapped a kiss without breaking eye contact, then pops the kiss into his mouth. He purposefully gives a rather obscene moan, humming with pleasure.
"Hello there, little one." (Winnifred Barnes)
"Mama!" the boy cheered, a relieved smile on his face as he ran into her arms and wrapped his small arms sound her, afraid she'd disappear again once he'd let go. Losing his mother in the crowded place that was Coney Island wasn't an experience he wanted to make again.
"I thought I'd lost you! I was so scared!"
Holding firmly onto his mother's hand, Bucky followed her through the crowd. To the boy, Coney Island was a place full of wonders, a world full of adventures that he had yet to discover. So the truth was that that it was nearly impossible to put his finger on what exactly had distracted him and led him away from his parents.
"I don't know..." he frowned, then glance up at his mother again. "Everything here is so distracting, mother! I don't know where to look first!"
Winnie chuckled softly. She supposed that was fair. There was a whole lot going on around them all the time. She smiled at him before pointing. "Look! There's Daddy. And he has ice cream!" She led him towards the man who looked remarkably similar to her son. Same eyes, same hair color. Same cheek bones. She reached out, taking the small cup of ice cream with the little wooden spoon and handing it down to her son.
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"What if I fail her?" Bucky asked, allowing his eyes to wander over to the girl who sat across the room happily playing with her toys. "I vowed to protect her no matter the cost, but... What if someone finds a way to turn me again her?"
Another thought crossed his mind in response to what Steve had just said, one that would no longer leave him at constant risk of hurting anyone else. But he didn't voice it. He couldn't, besides... Steve would never agree to that to begin with, no matter how much he insisted.
"I don't know, Steve..." he sighed eventually, eyes fixed down on his hands. "that just seems a lot of effort and risk to save a monster."
Steve scowled. "You're not a monster, Bucky. You're my best friend. And I love you more than my life," Steve said quietly. "We will find a way to protect you, and her. I give you solemn vow, Buck."
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Bucky had stood completely paralyzed as he stared at the familiar face he'd never dared to hope he'd get to see again. His mother was there with him and while she had undoubtedly aged, he still recognized her from a much happier time before it had all gone wrong.
With his heart pounding in his chest and a slight trembling in his hand, Bucky eventually reached out for her, hoping she wouldn't fade once he did. He wasn't sure he'd be able to cope with that.
"Mother..." he uttered, feet still glued to the ground beneath him when he wanted nothing more than to pull her into a much needed embrace.
Bucky had dreamed about this so many times... Hours after hours of torture he had endured only by picturing in his mind how he would see her again. Would see them again. His family... How he would find a way out of their grasp, against all odds and escape that hell of a place and then head home to everyone dear to him. Only he never did, not really.
So needless to say that by now, he did no longer know what was real and what wasn't... For all he knew they would come for him and second now, grab him by his shoulders and dragging him back to the room they usually tortured him in, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs while every little shred of memory was slowly erased from his mind. Something that horrified him more than he was ready to admit, even to himself.
"Home..." Bucky heard a voice that sounded much like his own repeat in nothing but a whisper before they turned and where headed to a place he knew he was supposed to remember. Only he didn't... At that point he had no idea where said home was or how to get there, which was why he simply followed her no questions asked - much like the child he was in a time long ago until they'd reached a place that did seem somewhat familiar.
"That's.... sweet, but not necessary." Bucky mumbled, trying to reassure her that he was fine.... as much as he could be. He was away from HYDRA. So long as they didn't find them, he would be fine. "I'm.. I'm not hungry."
Winnie shook her head as they walked. "Nonsense! I'm going yo make it! You van just eat what you want of it, this is a special occassion!" She unlocked the door and led him into the small apartment where they lived. It was a two-bedroom place that had put all the kids in one bedroom on bunk beds and herself and George senior had been. Then after her husband had passed, she'd given the room to Rebecca.
Now Rebecca was off at school and Jackson was the only one still at home with her. She looked over at Bucky. And now her oldest boy. Her sweet boy who had always helped out around the house when he could. Her rock when her husband had died.
She walked to the kitchen. "Jackson is at school right now. Then he's got a job after school delivering papers. He's grown so much, Jim, you wouldn't recognize him!" Jackson was 17 now. He'd only been 12 when Bucky had gone off to war... she pulled the roast beef from the cooler and set it out and then grabbed a bunch of potatoes and carrots to start peeling them.
"Tell me everything! When did they find you? Where were you? Why didn't you call when you first came back to the country?"
"Hello there, little one." (Winnifred Barnes)
"Mama!" the boy cheered, a relieved smile on his face as he ran into her arms and wrapped his small arms sound her, afraid she'd disappear again once he'd let go. Losing his mother in the crowded place that was Coney Island wasn't an experience he wanted to make again.
"I thought I'd lost you! I was so scared!"
The shock and fear that had come along with losing his parents had quickly faded now that he had found his mother again. Yet still the boy refused to break their embrace. He needed to hold on to her, as though make sure she wouldn't disappear again. "I'm sorry mother. I didn't mean to but suddenly you were gone! I couldn't see you anymore! I was so scared and tried to find you!"
Reaching up to wipe away his tears with his sleeve, the boy then nodded. "I'd love that! But first we should find Papa. Tell him he can stop looking!"
Winnie smiled and nodded. "Of course, little one. We'll find him." She grasped his hand gently in her own, bowing to kiss his little fingers. "I'm glad you found me." She gave him a reassuring smile and kept him close as they walked through the crowds, unwilling to lose him again.
"So what was it that distracted you away from me, little one?"
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"What if I fail her?" Bucky asked, allowing his eyes to wander over to the girl who sat across the room happily playing with her toys. "I vowed to protect her no matter the cost, but... What if someone finds a way to turn me again her?"
Bucky tried to smile but gave up when it wouldn't work quite so well. "Steve, I'm serious. If they send me after you, you gotta promise me to do whatever it takes to stop me. Don't let the monster they've turned me into hurt her or you."
Steve watched him quietly. "I won't let you hurt her. But neither am I gonna let them hurt you, Buck," He said softly. "I'll knock you out and carry you out if I have to... but I'm not just gonna let them take you either."
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Bucky had stood completely paralyzed as he stared at the familiar face he'd never dared to hope he'd get to see again. His mother was there with him and while she had undoubtedly aged, he still recognized her from a much happier time before it had all gone wrong.
With his heart pounding in his chest and a slight trembling in his hand, Bucky eventually reached out for her, hoping she wouldn't fade once he did. He wasn't sure he'd be able to cope with that.
"Mother..." he uttered, feet still glued to the ground beneath him when he wanted nothing more than to pull her into a much needed embrace.
Bucky had played it through in his mind over and over and over again. He'd tried to imagine what would happen should he get to see her again. What he'd say to her, how sorry he was to have caused her such misery. It was what had kept him sane, had given him the strength to put up a fight until they'd managed to break him.
Though now that she stood there, all he could think of doing was wrap his arms around her. He needed to know that this was real, that she wouldn't fade the moment he'd let go. For the longest time he had tried to stay strong, but now, in the comfort of her embrace, he was struggling to do that. In an attempt to hide his desperate sob from her ears, he buried his face in her shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. Yet that did nothing to keep hot tears from falling from his eyes.
Something in him was screaming for him to keep it together, but somehow he couldn't. After years and years of torture and agony, feeling her arms around him again had suddenly turned him back into the boy he once was. Only this time he was horrified rather than asking endless questions that had probably driven her close to madness at one point or another.
"I'm so sorry..." he managed to utter eventually, arms still wrapped around her and holding her close, scared to let her go and having to watch her disappear before his very eyes. He was by sure he'd cope with that. Not after what he'd been through. Or worse: waking up drenched in sweat and screaming after a horrifying nightmare.
Winnie could scarcely believe that he was here, standing in front of her, his arms around her. Her face pressed to his chest. Her little boy. Her beautiful son. Her hand slid down his arm, touching the firmness of it, though it seemed almost... unnatural. But she didn't care about that. All she cared about was that he was here. Now. She bit back a sob as he apologized. "Oh no my dear one, my sweet boy." She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. I was long. Longer than he usually kept it. "Don't you dare apologize. There is nothing to apologize for here. You are home, you are safe. Oh my sweet boy." She opened her eyes, looking up at him, fighting the tears already running down her cheeks, smearing her make-up. "Oh Jim. My sweet boy. I'm so sorry," she whispered. What had been done to him? Had he been taken prisoner? Tortured. Whatever his loss, she knew that he had to be suffering. Physically... and emotionally. For Steve Rogers was dead. And she knew how close her son had been to Steven. Steven had practically lived with them for a lot of his childhood and youth. "Come.... let's go home. Please, I'll make you your favorite: Roast beef with potatoes and carrots, I've been saving it for a special occasion." She tugged on him. She'd been saving it for Christmas, but this... this was a much better celebration.
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Steve knew what this meant to Bucky. To learn that not only was Jackson still alive, but that he was still right here in New York. Jackson had moved out of Brooklyn, had a small house just outside the city, but he was right here. The war against Thanos was over, and finally, there could be peace. At least, that was their hope. Starting right here, right now, with this door.
Steve stood behind Bucky, this was his moment to shine. This moment was about Bucky and about Jackson, and didn't need to be overshadowed at all by the presence of Captain America. Or the former Captain America, anyway. Steve nodded to Bucky, offering him support, a hand moving up to rest on his shoulder gently, squeezing it slowly.
"You got this, Buck," he said quietly.
When Bucky knocked, there was a loud barking from inside the house, and a tired voice called for the barking to stop. There were footsteps coming toward the door, and another yell for the dog to stop barking.
"Buck! Stop barking. Sit. Stay." The voice was strong, and the command was firm. The barking stopped. The locks clicked open and the door finally swung open to reveal an older man standing in front of them. His gaze rose up from the door handle up to the faces of the men in front of him.
He froze, hand still on the door, the other on the door frame, his eyes wide, mouth open ever-so-slightly. He couldn't believe his eyes.Over 70 years of his life had gone by, but he could never have forgotten the faces that were in front of him now. "I-" He broke off, looking between the two of them before he stepped forward, his hand coming out almost hesitantly towards Bucky.
"Jim? Is that you?" He asked quietly, then looked between the two of them again. "Am - Am I dead?"
"Hello there, little one." (Winnifred Barnes)
"Mama!" the boy cheered, a relieved smile on his face as he ran into her arms and wrapped his small arms sound her, afraid she'd disappear again once he'd let go. Losing his mother in the crowded place that was Coney Island wasn't an experience he wanted to make again.
"I thought I'd lost you! I was so scared!"
Winnifred wrapped her arms around her son as he rushed to her side. âOh my sweet boy, I was worried about you,â she said truthfully, kissing his head and crouching down to his level, reaching up to brush her fingers over his cheeks. âYou need to stay with your daddy and me. Heâs off looking for you too. We thought you might have fallen into the water.â She smiled gently, pushing her fingers through his hair.
âWhy donât we go find a funnel cake for you to eat, hm? Would that make you feel better, my little darling?â she asked, kissing his cheeks gently.
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Bucky had stood completely paralyzed as he stared at the familiar face he'd never dared to hope he'd get to see again. His mother was there with him and while she had undoubtedly aged, he still recognized her from a much happier time before it had all gone wrong.
With his heart pounding in his chest and a slight trembling in his hand, Bucky eventually reached out for her, hoping she wouldn't fade once he did. He wasn't sure he'd be able to cope with that.
"Mother..." he uttered, feet still glued to the ground beneath him when he wanted nothing more than to pull her into a much needed embrace.
Winnifred was walking home quietly, a paper bag full of groceries in her arms. Her children were grown now, only Jackson still living at home at 17. Becca was off at a community college, graciously paid for from the money that had been allocated to their family upon the declaration of death of three members of their family. They had paid a high toll for this war. She knew that everyone had paid a high toll in the war, but not of the other women that Winnifred knew had lost three sons and a husband to the fighting. She thanked god every day that Jackson had been too young to be called up the way her two other sons had been.Â
She came around a corner, near to their house when she saw him. She froze, staring straight ahead into the face of a man who had been declared dead five years earlier. And then the hand reached for her, the voice spoke to her. She dropped her groceries, staring at him. Was he a ghost? Her eyes flitted over him, taking in the form that was so familiar to her and yet - her eyes fell on the left hand. It was silver. Her eyes darted back to his face, searching. âJames?â She asked, her voice shaking a little with trepidation. She reached out, almost fearfully. Would this apparition fade? Was this just another bad dream? Their fingertips brushed, and he didnât fade. âOh.â It was a small noise that escaped her lips before she had rushed forward, her arms coming around him tightly. âJames.â Surer now, her voice was solid, her hand came up to the back of his head, the other around his torso as she held him to her, tears slowly sliding down over her cheeks. She had heard of miracles. Men who had been captured coming home late as the government negotiated the release of war prisoners. But she had never thought - never dared to hope - that James would be one of them. âOh, welcome home, sweetheart.â
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âRight, thatâs not disconcerting at allâ he grimaced ânot that I have much to hide, but stuff like that always makes me paranoid anyway.â He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Bucky. He didnât know Nateâs body language at all but heâd gotten the feeling there had been no actual date planned.
His eyes followed Steve, smiling slowly as he wandered over, feeling his body take on a bit of a saunter âyeah? Thatâs not a bad idea. I seem to end up here a lotâ he chuckled âon purpose, but stillâŠâ
He sat down beside Steve, smirking at the way the whole man flushed at his own suggestion âhey, if you are comfortable with me in your bed, I am more than happy to snuggle up. If not the sofa is good too. Iâm not going to push for anything but there is no way in hell I would turn down the chance to be that close.â
Steve smiled at Hadrian and nodded. "Alright. That sounds good. Next time you come over, you should bring some clothes." He said easily, shifting a little closer and draping an arm over the back of the sofa behind Hadrian as he watched him. He blushed a little as Hadrian agreed to sleep in the bed with them and cleared his throat.
"Good, that's settled then," he said easily, smiling, though still blushing quite a bit. He let his hand drop from the sofa down to Hadrian's shoulders. "I wouldn't worry too much about Nate. If he didn't like you, well... I doubt you'd be here right now," he said with a small smile.
"He's right there, Nate probably would have approached you without us present if he hadn't liked something about you," Bucky said, carrying the water in to them and handing them their glasses before sitting down on the other side of Hadrian.
"Can you buy that salted caramel ice cream to put like.. in your freezer? I think we need to invest in that," he said, taking a drink from his own glass of water. "I'm gonna start checking stores, I think."
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