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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos Additional Tags: Pre-World War II Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, World War II, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Mutual Pining, Smoking, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Period-Typical Homophobia, Canon Rewrite, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Idiots in Love, Nightmares, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Major Character Injury, Domestic Fluff, Captain America: The First Avenger, Mild Sexual Content, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Reunions, Catholic Steve Rogers, Panic Attacks, Wartime Romance, Artist Steve Rogers, References to Illness, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Sexual Tension, Secret Relationship, References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Kneeling, Scars, Unhappy Ending, Complete, Canon Related

Series: Part 1 of Battle Born Summary:

Bucky thought the war was easier. He was made of war; down to the marrow of his bones — he and Steve both. Borne and died of it. Peacetime didn’t stand to reason. Maybe it had, long ago — not anymore.

He’d been only just stumbling into adulthood on gangly legs when he’d gotten that conscription notice. Playground to battleground, and he’d never made it home from the fight.

Snippet:

 (I’m all yours.)

 Like a spark to ignite a powder keg, the whisper of distance closed between them. Bucky hauled Steve in by the lapels—pins and honors be damned—to meet his eager mouth.

 The force of the initial collision knocked Steve back a step. Both hands drew to clutch urgently at Bucky's waist—magnetic; like they belonged there. Marching Bucky backward, further into unlit seclusion behind cabinets and bookshelves, Steve shielded him from the door. A book tumbled and fell, knocked by Bucky’s shoulder. If Steve was overzealous, a bitten lip was nothing that couldn’t be smoothed over with a mumbled apology.

 Bucky eased into it, deepened it with a sigh. Rich like coffee—the way he tasted. Lightly, Steve’s palm slid up the side of his ribcage. Too-aware, now, in the back of his mind, of his size—afraid of his own strength. Afraid to crowd space he’d been invited into.

 All the apprehension dissolved when Bucky said, “Sugar.” Slick, dangerous—black ice on a road. With a tilt of his head, his grin grazed Steve’s lips. (There     was that Hollywood smile.) Cradling the side of his neck, thumbing over his jaw, Bucky kept him at his mercy.

 A really fucking bad idea. Bucky reminded him so between kisses. But the term of endearment had gone straight to Steve’s head; cost him his better judgment. Yes, the place was crawling with MP’s, but it felt so good to play with fire. (And Bucky felt so good pressed up against him. Bucky gave it up so sweetly.)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/25295206   Part 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30430101     Part 3

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Secondhand Smoke

by not_without_you a Heated Rivalry work

Chapters: 2/2 (4558 words) Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Hayden Pike Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Mild Sexual Content, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Smoking, Hockey, Panic Attacks, Post-Season/Series 01, Secret Relationship, Kind Of

Summary:

If someone is going to cause problems with Shane on the ice, Ilya is going make sure they answer for it.

Or: The first rule of hockey is ‘talk shit, get hit.’

Snippet:

"Jesus," Shane says, glancing over his shoulder and quietly sliding the glass door closed. "What happened to hello?"

"Yes, hello," Ilya says. "What will I get for hat trick?" In the background, there's chatter, laughter from the dressing room.

"That depends…" Shane ducks his head, shoving one hand into his hoodie's front pocket. (Does his best not to fixate on whether Ilya's walking around half-naked.) "What do you want?"

"You, in my jersey. Face down so I can see my name on your back."

Shane exhales. Breath clouds the snow-muffled night, tinged with smoke from a distant fire. "And if you don't get a hat trick?"

"I will."

(No one has ever accused Ilya of being humble.)

"Okay," Shane says. "Deal."

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Three part Stucky series: _____________________

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28716435

Heaven Ain't Close in a Place Like This By: not_without_you

Rated Mature

Summary:

Bucky thought the war was easier. He was made of war; down to the marrow of his bones — he and Steve both. Borne and died of it. Peacetime didn’t stand to reason. Maybe it had, long ago — not anymore. He’d been only just stumbling into adulthood on gangly legs when he’d gotten that conscription notice. Playground to battleground, and he’d never made it home from the fight.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/25295206

All These Things That I Have Done By: not_without_you

Rated Mature

Summary:

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again. Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30430101

What Are You Afraid of (And What Are You Made of?) By: not_without_you

Rated Mature

Summary:

A compilation of one shots from the Battle Born universe.

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Author’s comment:

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

Snippets:

 “Rogers, your 6,” Sam called. Steve sent his shield flying directly into the agent behind him. Sam immediately scooped up his shield, cracked it against a skull, and threw it down the long hallway back to Steve in a fluid motion.

 Still engaged in a fight, Steve caught the shield and kicked another agent’s legs out from under him, sending him sprawling to the linoleum floor. Sam was doing fine at the opposite end of the hallway.  Everything was fine, until Steve found himself rounding the corner — until the exit behind him was sealed off abruptly. A smoke bomb detonated, further obscuring his vision. He choked and coughed. Something hit him — hard — in the back of the head. If his uniform didn’t come with a helmet, that would have drawn blood.

.  .  .

 He was foggy as he found the documents he needed and tucked them safely away. He was hazy when a team of men burst through the door with guns pointed at him. He couldn’t get his eyes to focus. It all happened so quickly, so matter-of-factly. Head pounding, Bucky didn’t know if he was going to die or if they were going to see how difficult it would be to hit the reset button on his programming. They hadn’t shot him yet, so probably the latter.

 But he wasn’t going without a fight.

 Six men, six guns, a blocked exit. If they did want him alive, they wouldn’t shoot to kill. They stepped closer. Bucky would take that chance, unsteady as he was.

 “Steve,” he said. Just a syllable — an apology. Under flashing, violent red, Bucky unsheathed his knife and gave them hell until his vision went black.

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Poster’s comment:

I hope you find this work as beautiful as did I.  A fitting edit of the travesty known as E*****e, it is a work of heart. 

Not_without_you writes canon the way it should be.  So thankful such a talented and generous writer chose to share this epic with us!

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