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Virtua Fighter 5 Final Showdown (PS3)
Happy Birthday Bucky Drabbles
Thanks to @harishe-art for laying out the 104 word drabble challenge to celebrate Bucky’s 104th. I’ve been in such a writing funk, I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it, but then I ended up with three!
~*~*~
They’re in the middle of a battered village—whether it’s on the French or Belgian side of the border is anyone’s guess—with sleep a distant memory, and food a vague concept, and Bucky’s never been the best with time to begin with. So when Steve drops a paper sack into his lap, Bucky’s confused.
“Eclairs?” Bucky pulls one out of the bag. It’s a little squashed, a little stale.
Steve nods, jerks a thumb. “From the abandoned cafe.” He smiles, lopsided, like he used to. “Happy Birthday, Buck.”
A warmth blooms that Bucky didn’t know he needed. “... Hell, I didn’t even know it was March.”
~*~*~
The Asset completes his mission. Nothing goes amiss. He should make it to the rendezvous ahead of schedule. But as he walks the streets, he passes a cafe and sees the date printed at the top of a newspaper. March 10th.
It makes his brain stutter in a way he cannot explain.
Before he can process it, he lifts the wallet of a passerby, peels out the cash. He enters the nearest pastry shop, orders a fruit tart by silently pointing. He waits until he’s outside to take his first bite, and he has no clue why the taste of it makes him cry.
~*~*~
There was a time when a kid called Bucky Barnes loved birthdays; loved the attention and affection tied together.
He remembers, barely, like a dream slipping from his grip in the light of day. He wants details; he craves the emotion that he knows should be there, but it’s just smoke.
Until the day comes that he’s greeted by the world’s sloppiest cake: icing slapped on rough, the words Happy Birthday Bucky scrawled with purple edible glitter in handwriting a toddler would be envious of. It brings a smile to his face, a warmth to his chest.
Like the tide rolling in, Bucky remembers.
I’ve dubbed this man Grumpy McGrumpface.
This piece was a study on rendering a complex object in three dimensions, and a practice on drawing human facial anatomy. It’s really just a practice piece, nothing too special about this one!
Grumplstiltskin