The Captain's Page

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Dirty, Rotten, Scoundrel [] Captain America + Wolverine [] Event 1

It happened before Logan could even figure it out. One minute he was standing on solid ground and the next… he wasn’t. The second floor of the Avenger’s Mansion soon became the first floor and Logan found himself buried under a pile of rubble.

Grunting and trying to pull himself out from beneath the wreckage, Logan knew soon enough that he wouldn’t be able to do it all by himself and that he’d need help. The only problem was he couldn’t do anything to get help except for calling out and hoping someone would hear him.

Which, by the looks of it, there really probably wasn’t anyone useful around. So, instead, Logan did the only thing he could and that was to lie back and wait as the rubble continued to crush his petite form. And then, as it seemed hours had gone by, Logan heard the sound of what could have been footfalls on the ground and he unsheathed his claws.

Readying himself for an attack and hoping to get whoever was coming for a surprise, Logan started to punch at the rubble-effectively breaking enough of it to free his hand. “Come any closer, Bub, and I’ll tear you to shreds!” He threatened, completely unaware if whoever was there was friend or foe.

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The city was in a panic, Fury was barking orders left and right but the Captain had only one thing on his mind. His team. Fighting against the crowd Steve rushed towards Avenger mansion, somewhere he might find the bodies of his friends, but he couldn't think about that right now. Not prepared for the rubble that greeted him Steve paused before the splintered wood and twisted metal. 

Covering his mouth and nose, Steve ran into the debris that was once Avenger mansion. He would of missed Logan if he hadn't heard him hacking away and call of his threat. Blinking down at his team mate, a smirk played on his lips. "Are you in a position to be shouting threats?" Squatting down he looked at the beams of metal that was crushing Logan. "Good news 'bub' you're going to live." Helping Wolverine get the bulk of the wreckage off of him, he clasped his hand and helped Logan to a standing position.

"How ya doing? Healing up okay?" Steve asked.   

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That's What Friends Are For ||Bucky and Steve||

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  “No, please,” a blonde woman was on her knees before the Soldier, her stomach swollen with child. He didn’t listen, instead he heard the metallic click of a bullet entering the chamber of his gun. It was dark, her handsome features were shrouded in shadows, but there was plenty of night for him to see her by, for him to kill her by. Ah yes, this woman was the target of his most recent mission, the fact that she was unarmed, pregnant, and pleading with him for her life and her baby’s to be sparred didn’t register with him. Instead there was ice in his veins, his gaze was as cool as his name suggested and with a loud bang there was blood, blood everywhere and the Soldier returned to the present. 

The memory left him gasping. Memories of that sort, the ones that pulled him back in time and made him into that machine that he’d once been made everything ache. They’d cried and pled, but like the Grim Reaper the Soldier stuck to his orders, he took them out in a single shot, more often than not, and the him of the present hated what he’d been. No, he wasn’t morally good, he was still muddling around in the darker shades of gray but he knew that was wrong. He knew that he’d done something unforgivable killing those people. 

The Soldier needed to get out of there, he needed someone to root him to the present, he needed Steve. The assassin stood, but he didn’t realize that the pain in his chest affected other areas of his body too, it made him feel weak. He grasped the doorway when he finally made it there and the blond was there to check in on him. Had he been waiting there? It didn’t matter. “No,” he responded shortly, his dark eyes searched the floor rather than Captain America. Steve now stood for everything honorable and good, and he was quite the opposite. “No I…” how was he supposed to tell Steve without him realizing the monster that lived in his best friend’s skin. “It was just a bad memory,” he muttered, hoping that he’d be able to brush it off that easily and that Steve wouldn’t ask anymore questions. “I just need to get out of that damn room…”

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Going to Bucky, Steve helped him into a standing position. Helping his friend to the couch he sat him down. Wordlessly he went and got a glass of water, returning to the living room he sat the glass on the end table. Wondering if he should ask about why Bucky was so shaken or mind his own business Steve spoke. "We have a whole city to explore if you want to get out." Deciding it was best to leave it alone, Bucky would tell Steve when he was ready.

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That's What Friends Are For ||Bucky and Steve||

If someone would of told Cap when he was defrosted that his best friend had been turned into a Hydra Assassin, he would of showed them the business end of his shield.  If someone would of told him, that after their fight on the carriers that Bucky would be living with him, asking Steve for his help, he would of knocked them out. Summed it up to a joke. But no jokes here, Bucky was living with him, in the room on the other side of the living room. 

Things were difficult, some days were better than others. There were little things though.. A look, something the assassin would say, how he would move and there was his best friend, but it'd be gone as quickly as it came. 

Steve paced the apartment, with the news of Avenger mansion going into the ground he had to shift his attention from the spikes that were still coming up, to this. But when Bucky stumbled out his room, his human hand gripping the side of the door, Avenger's mansion was far from his mind. 

"You alright? You need anything?" He kept the panic in his voice down. No reason for both of them to get worked up. 

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This one is for those who lost their lives on this day, and for the brave men and women who risked everything to save them. We’ll never forget.

By Al Rio

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Prep him.

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No Light ★ Steve and the Winter Soldier

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  As Steve spoke of the Soldier’s need to find an identity, his gaze wandered back to the chair. Seventy years ago every shred of self that belonged to Bucky Barnes had been wiped clean of his mind, leaving him an empty shell of a man who was encouraged to be nothing more than a weapon. He wasn’t supposed to think, feel, or be anything but obedient. Now, in a place so similar to where he’d been erased, Steve encouraged him to figure out who he was. It might have been funny if the coincidence hadn’t cost the Soldier so damn much in the process. “Soon,” he agreed, though the tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn’t terribly sure that he’d be able to accomplish such a task. “It’s not the least,” the Soldier argued, his eyes moved to meet Steve’s again, “this is everything.” Everything he’d ever been or done was stuck behind that wall of memories and though Steve made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal it was. It truly was. 

"It worked," he shrugged his shoulders. Despite his cool exterior, there was some mixture of dread and glee mixing in his chest. A part of him feared that they’d find him, that they’d drag him back hell or high water and that he’d be punished for failing two missions now, and another was pleased that he had yet another ally in the fight against those bastards. They might not have been the ones that had originally stolen his memories from him, but they’d used and abused him just as cruelly as Department X ever had. One way or another, be it by his hand, Steve’s, or Fury’s Hydra would finally be destroyed. 

For a moment the Soldier hesitated when Steve offered to give him the address to his apartment. His expression twisted in confusion and he found himself searching Steve’s expression for an answer. The way he’d worded his offer meant that Captain America was going to leave the Soldier behind, and somehow the assassin hadn’t counted on that. He’d assumed the the blond would bring him home and help him patch his memories up, but now he wasn’t so sure. Rather than respond the Soldier nodded curtly, if that was the best that Steve could offer him for now, the Soldier would take it. He was, after all, a changed man and he couldn’t blame Steve if he didn’t particularly like what he saw, at the very least it allowed him more freedom to do a bit more hunting for Hydra and his handlers 

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Shuffling through papers he looked them over, most of them blank but others had series of numbers, none of it made sense to him. He could almost hear Tony call him an old man in the back of his mind. Shaking it off he took one of the blank papers then found a pen. Scrawling his address on it, he handed it over. "You can stop by any time." Steve spoke slowly. "I don't know what you want to do next. If you have current living arrangements, fine. If not.. My doors open and I have a spare room." SHIELD had been gracious to Steve, the didn't spare much expense when it came to their first Avenger.

Letting out a long breath Steve said. "I can't imagine what you've been through. I will help any way I can." He nodded slowly. "And it will be a cold day in hell if I let Hydra ever get to you again." His tone had turn sharp and Steve meant it. If he even heard Hydra's name dropped he would follow that lead to the very end.

Giving the chair one last disgusted look, Steve turned back to Bucky. "Do you want to get out of here? This place isn't exactly charming." It was the type of place that still had the faint sent of bleach from being cleaned too many times. It pained Steve to know this was his friend's living quarters for so many years.  

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No Light ★ Steve and the Winter Soldier

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  Steve’s question brought a hundred different answers to the Soldier’s mind. He was a weapon, an asset, a monster, a war hero, a friend, and an assassin. These were all words that defined him, or had at one point, but he wasn’t really sure which of them were true of the man that he was now. Standing there in Hydra’s base, the Soldier couldn’t think of an answer to Captain America’s question, he only knew that he was not Bucky. 

He’d been so lost in his own head that the Soldier hardly noticed the way that Steve straightened and aimed a harsh glare in his direction. Only then, when he realized, did the Winter Soldier tense in return. The other man was supposed to be an ally, but he looked more like an enemy at the moment. His jaw clamped tightly shut, the corners flaring outward as he listened, he didn’t even know where to begin to figure out who he was nevertheless decide now. But he had a point. Though the assassin didn’t like the way that the words were delivered, they were the truth. “I don’t know who I want to be yet,” not an assassin, a weapon, or an asset, maybe something more like the man Bucky had been. “I need your help,” because if anyone knew what he was like when he was good, a good man, it was Steve. Perhaps that simple sounding goal was all he wanted.

The tense moment between them seemed to pass but in its place came news that made the Soldier’s shoulders tense once more. A part of him, that part of him that was still stuck under his programming, reeled at yet another failed mission. They’d kill him. Not anymore, he had to remind himself, it wasn’t their call anymore. Somehow leaving one secret organization in exchange for the one it had been tangled up in didn’t seem like such a great trade. “That’s where you’ll be?” Despite it all, despite not wanting to be given orders so soon after he’d been set free, the Soldier had followed Steve to war before and he’d do so again.

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Leaning against the nearest counter, Steve watched as Bucky's mind started to work things out. "You don't have to figure it out immediately, but soon. Everyone needs an identity." Almost falling over when the assassin asked him for help, Steve looked at him with wide eyes. "Of course I'll help you," a small smile formed on Steve's lips. "You helped me a hundred times over, this is the least I could do." Bucky had saved Steve's ass more times than he could count. This only seemed like a dropped in the bucket.

Seeing the news about Fury still being alive upset his friend, he shifted uncomfortably. "He faked his death so Hydra wouldn't come after him. In the end Nick exposed SHIELD for what it really was, what Hydra turned it into." Steve shrugged, hoping that it eased his friend's mind.

"Yes, I'll be at SHIELD, it's where I always am. They relocated me to a knew apartment. I can give you my address, in case you need to find me there." He offered. Steve wasn't sure where this left the two of them, he was just happy to have the face of his friend in his life. He knew he might not get back Bucky, but having apart of him around made Steve happy.   

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Whoever he used to be… I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.

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No Light ★ Steve and the Winter Soldier

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  The Winter Soldier thought for a moment, he hadn’t the slightest idea what his own thing might be. It had been decades since he’d last had a choice. Bucky had chosen the military, he’d always admired his father and wanted to be like him, even long after his death, and since that time he’d received orders. At first it was Sargent Barnes taking them and then someone more sinister, The Winter Soldier. For decades his life had been laid out for him in a series of orders, wipes, and freezes, there was no significant choice to be had. The most he got was to choose which weapon he’d kill his target with. Rather than admit to his lack of autonomy, the Soldier simply shrugged. 

"Everyone I’ve searched has been cleared out," he agreed with a frown. Hydra and Department X had made him incredibly efficient, he was generally in and out of his missions in a matter of hours, so he should have expected them to run much the same way. The trouble, of course, was that if they’d cleared out so quickly, before anyone had managed to hunt them down, they were rebuilding somewhere. The Winter Soldier could never sleep soundly until he knew that no one would come to collect him, then again nights that he actually slept through were probably a thing of the past. "It will," he argued, "peace of mind." They couldn’t hurt him or anyone else if he could take them down, and the Soldier wasn’t afraid of facing such a big enemy. 

His gaze turned harsh at Steve’s words. The other man’s name didn’t feel like it belonged to him anymore. “I’m not Bucky,” but it seemed that Steve wasn’t necessarily holding him to who he was in the past. Steve had given him an out, a whoever he wanted to be, and that was, perhaps, scarier than trying to fit into Bucky’s shoes. He hadn’t the slightest idea of who he wanted to be. “I killed your director,” it didn’t seem like he’d be welcomed into the organization with open arms. Still, something deep in his bones trusted Steve, if he thought there might be a place for him at SHIELD, perhaps he’d have to reconsider. This, after all, was the man he’d followed into battle, who he’d trusted with his life, and perhaps he ought to again.

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Leaning against the doorway, Steve realized he was blocking the only exit. This might upset Bucky, but right now it didn't look like they were going any where soon. "Okay, then who are you?" His words were hard, straightening up to his full height, he rested a stern glare on the man across from him. "It's time for you to decided. There's no one here!" Turning his palms upwards he motioned to the empty room. "No one to give you orders, or to tell you who you have to be. It's all up to you now, because you have to be someone." Steve had advanced on the man and when he was standing face to face with him, his glare softened. 

In the lines of the man's face their was still traces of Bucky, someone who he had never been angry at and the rest of Steve relaxed as he realized this. Hydra had not taken everything from him. "Fury?" Steve raised an eyebrow at the assassin. "I think Fury scared off death a long time ago. He's alive, barking orders at everyone at SHIELD as we speak." Steve shrugged. "Things are changing, something is coming, we need all the help we can get. If it's something you want to consider."

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No Light ★ Steve and the Winter Soldier

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  The Winter Soldier eyed the machine for a moment after he’d crushed the headpiece. The shape of his prosthetic hand could be seen in the metal’s once smooth surface, he’d made his mark on it just as it had done to him. An eye for an eye. Still, it was his superiors that he wanted to crush. The chair was no more a villain than he was… Or was he? The lines that were once so black and white were now indecipherable shades of gray. He hated them. The Winter Soldier wanted to hit them so hard that they’d forget their names, but in reality no destruction, no revenge would ever be enough to replace the years and the memories that they’d stolen. “No,” he answered in monotone, and really? The Soldier wasn’t certain what would make him feel better at this point. 

Something, be it Steve’s voice or his footfalls, drew the Winter Soldier’s gaze back to the other man. He noticed that Steve still didn’t have the shield and wondered briefly if the man had been foolish enough to have come here otherwise unarmed. His logic in finding his old friend had been flawless, and the assassin decided once again that Steve really did understand the way that he worked. Or had his mission been so obvious? The thought made him prickle, made his eyes turn to the doorway briefly before they found Steve once more, Hydra could be right outside. At least then he’d have a chance to take some of them down. 

"Here?" He wasn’t quite sure whether the blond meant in this base or in Hydra bases in general, but he didn’t dwell on it. "No," no he hadn’t found what he was looking for. He’d searched a number of bases now and they all held the same things, nothing. All that was left were shadows of a corrupt organization. "I had hoped that there would be someone—" he stopped himself. Steve thought of him as a good man, perhaps it wasn’t best to tell him the whole truth, that he’d wanted to slaughter Hydra agents in return for their acts against him. Or was that the whole reason? The Soldier had so many questions, perhaps that was a piece of it too? Funny, he didn’t even understand how his mind worked.

There was a long pause as the man thought it over, as he tried to figure it out himself, but he couldn’t. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” For the first time in a long time a crease formed between his eyebrows as he admitted the truth. The Winter Soldier’s gaze turned to Steve, narrowing slightly. “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have orders.” The man that stood for freedom couldn’t possibly understand that, but he was a soldier so perhaps he could sympathize. 

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One of the things Steve was great at was listening. Between having to listen to Tony ramble on about technology, Bruce ramble on about science and Clint wise cracking jokes all day, he had become a great listener. But once Bucky was done, Steve was left once again speechless. Placing his hands on his hips, he shrugged. "I guess that's the good thing Buck, you don't have to have orders any more. You can do your own thing," the captain spoke. 

"I know beating the hell out of someone who caused all of this would probably feel great right now, but I think they've cleaned out." Steve continued to explain. "Hydra is on the back burner at SHIELD right now, some space crap is happening and they are focused on that. But, I could always fill you in if they do show their heads again." It wasn't much but it was the only thing he could offer. "Don't let revenge consume you though. It won't get you any where." Going to get his shield he adjusted it on his arm before looking back at the assassin. 

"Time to be Bucky again. Or who ever you want to be," Steve said. "SHIELD could always use help, especially now. Just a suggestion." He was hesitant, not wanting to push the other man too far. Steve didn't want to fight his friend.