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templefugate and today's theme is missing scenes. Prompts can be anything that logically happened in canon yet which was never actually shown. Now is the time to explore everything that you wished the writers had given you a chance to see rather than leaving you only with the aftermath.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ MCU, Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, attending Steve's funeral
+ The Baby-Sitter's Club, the Thomas family, when they first realized Patrick wasn't coming back home
+ DC, Bruce Wayne & Original-ish Characters, Jason Todd's teachers reactions upon finding out he died

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MCU, Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, attending Steve's funeral

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canonisrelative.livejournal.com

Have you no consideration for my heart?! 😭

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templefugate.livejournal.com

None at all! ;)

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canonisrelative.livejournal.com

And by party I mean fill. Sort of. It drops off at the end because I’m out of time but wanted to post this today. I’ll do more with it later and put it on AO3. Also OW MY HEART WHY.

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“This is ridiculous.”

Sam’s hand on his shoulder probably looked like a gesture of comfort. Only Bucky felt the way his fingers closed, vice-like, digging into his flesh. Next time he was gonna make sure Sam walked on his left.

“I’m serious, Sam, this is absurd, what are we doing here?”

The hall was draped in red, white and blue, crowds of people milled around, some dressed in black, some in jeans and t-shirts looking like they’d wandered in off the street.

“Listen to me,” Sam said in his ear, voice low and urgent, cutting through the noise of the crowd. “The whole world is watching this. Do I like it? No. But people are expecting us to be here, so we’re gonna be here.”

As if to make his point for him, a photographer stepped up into their space, hefting his camera, the barest pretence of asking permission without bothering to open his mouth. Bucky pressed his lips together and just looked at Sam.

“Buck,” he sighed quietly, forcing the slightest of smiles.

Bucky said, “Don’t call me that,” and refused to look at the camera.

Remembering Steve Rogers, Honoring Captain America, the banner at the top of the hall read, fluttering lightly over the heads of the people who’d come to ogle, speculate, mourn. The greatest hits of Cap’s career, on loan for the Smithsonian. Part memorial, part publicity stunt, Bucky hadn’t for a moment planned on attendinguntil Sam showed up at his door with a black suit in a clear plastic bag. ‘How’d you know my measurements’ barely made it out of his mouth before he was being manhandled into the thing.

“Mr. Wilson? Sergeant Barnes?”

“What?” Bucky snarled before he’d even turned around. The woman didn’t flinch, standing there in a charcoal gray suit, a slim clipboard in her hands. Sam’s hand was back on his arm.

“Please come with me,” was all she said, showing no more reaction to Sam’s polite inquiries than she had to Bucky’s outburst.

She slid through the crowd like a fish through water. Walking behind her, Bucky evaluated her movements; definitely some intelligence training, recon or assassination a definite possibility. They left the main hall and turned into the corridor where she unlocked a nondescript door with the key card around her neck and stepped aside to allow them to pass. “My condolences,” she murmured, when it was too late for Bucky to turn and stalk right back out the door. Sam’s hand was still on his arm.

“Oh.” Ever the eloquent speaker, Sam Wilson. His hand finally dropped back to his side.

“Oh,” Bucky echoed under his breath, looking across the room to where the talking raccoon was already staring at him. “Now it’s a party.”

Last time he’d seen any of these people was Stark’s funeral. The spider kid and the sorcerer were making awkward conversation in front of...Bucky tore his eyes away from the casket almost before his brain registered what he was looking at, staring instead at a large framed photo he’d never seen before: Steve, a touch of gray at his temples, smile lines at his eyes, gazing out at the small gathering of mourners with a kind of amused beneficence.

“Tell me you didn’t know this was happening.”

“I didn’t know this was happening,” Sam said, so quiet Bucky almost missed the catch of emotion in his voice. He wouldn’t meet Bucky’s eyes, gaze fixed across the room on a group of complete strangers. Ranging in age from a babe in arms to a guy who was probably just a few years shy of Bucky himself, not a dry eye among them. They all looked...totally normal. They looked like a family.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky growled under his breath, hands balling into fists.

“Buck,” Sam said, choked, and this time the hand on his arm looked exactly like what it was. He was rumpling the sleeve of the expensive suit, which gave Bucky a certain sort of savage pleasure. “I’m sorry. If I’d known— I wouldn’t have—”

Edited Date: 2021-06-03 10:54 pm (UTC)

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Bucky stepped around in front of Sam, cutting off his view, making Sam look at him. “You wanna get out of here?”

Sam let out a long, shaky breath, gaze darting around the room and back to Bucky’s face before he shook his head. “Nah. Let’s stay for a minute. We’re already here, might as well get some—“

“God help me if you say ‘get some closure,’ Wilson—“

“Drinks, Bucky.” Sam said, pointing towards the bar. “Let’s get a drink.”

Bucky glared between Sam and the tuxedoed waiter, then turned on his heel. “Fine. But they better be free.”

“Right.” Bucky didn’t have to look back to see it; he could hear the eye-roll in Sam’s voice. “‘Come to Captain America’s super-secret funeral but oops, don’t forget your wallet, this ain’t charity.’ Seems legit.”

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“He’s not Captain America anymore.” Silence from behind him. “He gave you the shield, Sam. Whiskey. Fill it up.”

“We’re not talking about this here.”

“Woah, pal, does that look full to you?” Bucky stopped the waiter’s hand, tipping the bottle up til his tumbler was almost overflowing. Over the guy’s objections Bucky gave a tight smile and said, “Don’t worry, I can’t get drunk.”

He downed it in three long swallows, set it back down and motioned for a refill, turning to brace his elbows on the bar, facing Sam. “Gotta talk about it somewhere.”

“And that place is not here.” Sam’s jaw was set, stubborn determination in his eyes. Bucky stared him down for a long minute, until his face softened a little. “Look, Bucky. It’s Steve’s funeral. Maybe this is a good thing. He was your oldest friend, your best friend. Maybe it’s time for you to say goodbye.”

Bucky half-turned, snagged his drink and choked it down. The sound of the empty glass cracking against the bar drew eyes from all corners of the room, but Bucky wasn’t looking anywhere but into Sam’s face.

“I already did. I’m not doing it again.” He bore his eyes into Sam’s for another beat, then turned on his heel and made for the door.

“Bucky!” Sam didn’t have to raise his voice to sound too-loud in the quiet room.

Bucky didn’t have to raise his voice either, but he did anyway. “He gave you the shield, Sam! What are you going to do with it?”

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templefugate.livejournal.com

Oh wow, that hurt me in ways I never imagined occurring with this prompt. It really does feel like something that should have happened in the show but didn't. Thank you!!!!