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Stucky AU: Pokemon - Steve Rogers, Water Trainer

     𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓫𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓵𝒆𝓼𝓼 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝒆𝓵𝒆𝓼𝓼, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻      𝓦𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝒇𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱

                                    ℬ𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻, 𝓶𝔂 𝒇𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓷𝓭.

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Stucky AU: Gangster and the Prostitute (Druggies)

ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀs.                sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜ ᴏғғ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇssʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪɴɢs ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ           ɪғ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs

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Rocky Roads

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Bodies were flying everywhere, furiously. Hard hits with the sounds of bone crushing and throaty agonies were a symphony accompanied by the swirl of wind rushing past the super soldier. His feet wide in a stance which help him plant on top of the quickly moving train car while assaults of the enemy were flying past him but they were no match for Buck and his skilled combative moves. True, he was much more lethal in his former Winter Soldier mode, caring little for the weight of life but Buck had his wit. No doubt, he was destroying many of these men’s lives but he was also sparing as much as he could in the process. 

The enemy was like a swarm of ants. Wipe out a fleet of them and more come crawling back up or propelling down from the helicopters above that also did little in their marksmanship. Bullets just bouncing off of his defensive metallic arm or sinking into the bodies of their own soldiers through sly movements. All things considered, he was doing fairly well on his own. Surprising even himself, given the high intensity of the situation. That is, all until a missile hit the side of the freight car he was atop.

A loud cloud of fire and shrapnel and people engulfed the man that was flung with it. Hitting the earth by the tracks with a blow that could break any man’s bones and probably did. Just walk it off, that would’ve been easy enough, and he could still keep on fighting if not for the catapult his mind went through.

The only thing keeping him up was that pole. A little further and he could grab for the hand extended out towards him but instead- CRACK. The bolts gave way and teased him with the promise of saving as he felt gloved fingertips quickly swipe across his own before falling to his demise on the hard, unforgiving cliffs. The man in blue diminished before his eyes, being carried away by gravity as the other was whisked away to safer havens. Terror, panic, it was all flooding in until blinding pain ripped away his left arm. What came next, he wasn’t quite sure.

Hyper sensitive nerve endings short circuited, a wire gone lose. It all sent his body into wild convulsions. Eyes bulging in helpless bewilderment and muscles quaking so violently in place. He looked like a mad dog possessed, complete with foaming at the mouth in actions he was unaware of as that event kept looping over and over and over. Tormenting him in this tornado of an event shocking his whole being. Deaf, even, to the simulations cutting to the large barren white room and people scrambling in. Stark had created a safe training grounds but obviously, as most things he makes, it went awry now in one of the most horrible ways possible. 

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Burnt Apologies

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Two days had passed and within that time, James had spent it completely centered around the events of that explosion that caused such pain. It didn’t matter that his own soul was aching or that those migraines made him want to vomit from his puzzled concentration, he had done it all in the name for his friend. For his Steve. He remembered flashes. Jealousy, girls, bones cracking, electrical jolts, black out. The rest was fuzzy but better than nothing. It happened to take him an added half a day of another sleepless night to come up with some sort of way to offer his sorries up to the golden haired captain. It was meager in comparison to the damage he created but it was worth a shot.

Getting back into the apartment was easy. The dumbass left it unlocked and a part of his former self wanted to wake him up at the wee hours of four AM to tell him what a stupid move that was. He had a mission, though, and he instead went to the kitchen. Bags of stolen acquired groceries were set onto the counters and a folded up piece of paper was pulled from his pocket. The coveted backpack of his then placed onto a chair. “Okay... Ya got this, Barnes..” A little pep talk never hurt and it was needed when he unfolded the crinkled page to view the instructions again. Instructions he got thanks to a cookbook he had copied it off of.

It was now three hours later and the kitchen was a mess of flour, butter, bowls, measuring cups. Not to mention the trash can was now being quickly filled with another batch of burnt biscuits. His recent attempt, but there was some progress. These weren’t as black or as hard as the hockey pucks he created from the tries before. Yet his resolve was waning, only to begin again when he thought about the sleeping man in the room. Counting it as a miracle the burnt aroma hadn’t signaled the smoke alarm or startled the owner of the place awake, already. “Please work... Please,” He silently begged to his last hope. After some tweaking to the ingredients (which were the last) and the stove temperature, he sent the tray of dough into the hot cavern and shut the door. His face showed dark circles and the sweat of his efforts which created a caky effect on the flower sticking messily to his cheeks, chin, and above his right brow. His right arm not much cleaner but it’s robotic counterpart had some sort of vantage to not being quite as filthy. Finding himself wishing for Sarah to come help him with her inspired gift he was working so arduously to make.

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Toe to Toe

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There he was at “headquarters”. Alongside mister Captain America himself to get a good work out. Super soldiers naturally had a certain physique but too much testosterone and high emotions kept inside did more damage than good. So, Steve finally trusted the dark haired man enough to bring him to a gym. Restricted and heavily guarded, but it was better than nothing.

Eyes were on him and the metal arm he possessed as if he could raise his hand up and shoot bullets from his fingers. It didn’t help he returned each wary stare with an icy one of his own. He was past his cruel days but that never changed their minds. Especially here at S.H.I.E.L.D. Buck could only pray they were the only occupants on the floor he was taking them to. Shifting at his left in the elevator, he could feel his nerves getting to him. All too eager to stretch and work his sculpted muscles more freely than their apartment would allow.