Warning Death Fic (because the What if's can be MORBID)
"The only person I am," Steve snarled, "is the man who is going to kill you."
Bucky gasped in pain as Steve's fist slammed against the shield hard enough to knock Bucky off his feet and into the wall.
"He'll do it," Bucky realized as he stared into the blue eyes of what was left of his mentor, his friend.
Bucky swore at the pain in his back and shoulders. He'd been holding back. Already disadvantaged against the Super Soldier, and he'd been holding back.
And this man had to be stopped. The Cosmic cube could not fall into the hands of evil. Not again.
Bucky looked at the face he'd known so intimately, that he'd laid awake in bed begging fate to let him see again.
Fate was a fucking bitch.
He looked at Steve's blue eyes for something, anything of the noble, loving, friend that had been there.
Bucky found nothing but the eyes of a killer. Helet his eyes close for only a second.
A second to remember warm arms around him. A second to remember being chest to chest with Steve, beneath him, safe with him. A second to remember laying wrapped in the same too thin sleeping bag. A second to remember Steve lavishing kisses on him, thanking him for saving them all from the Red Skull's brainwashing.
"I'd have rather died," Steve whispered as he held Bucky close. "I'd rather die then serve the Red Skull."
Bucky had laughed then because after all, he'd saved Steve. Laughed as he'd pulled Steve's shirt off.
He opened his eyes again.
"I know what you'd want Steve," he whispered. He would save Steve again. No matter the cost.
The assassin scowled, and pulled out a knife from his boot.
"I told you, I'm not Steve."
Bucky drew his own knife, "Yeah," he whispered, "I know that. Now."
When Sharon and Sam made it to the lower level of the Bunker that found Bucky cradling Steve's still form, his hands drenched in blood.
"I got your back, buddy," Bucky whispered, looking up and hoping Steve understood.
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What If Steve had Been the Winter Soldier
Date: 2009-09-25 12:15 am (UTC)"The only person I am," Steve snarled, "is the man who is going to kill you."
Bucky gasped in pain as Steve's fist slammed against the shield hard enough to knock Bucky off his feet and into the wall.
"He'll do it," Bucky realized as he stared into the blue eyes of what was left of his mentor, his friend.
Bucky swore at the pain in his back and shoulders. He'd been holding back. Already disadvantaged against the Super Soldier, and he'd been holding back.
And this man had to be stopped. The Cosmic cube could not fall into the hands of evil. Not again.
Bucky looked at the face he'd known so intimately, that he'd laid awake in bed begging fate to let him see again.
Fate was a fucking bitch.
He looked at Steve's blue eyes for something, anything of the noble, loving, friend that had been there.
Bucky found nothing but the eyes of a killer. Helet his eyes close for only a second.
A second to remember warm arms around him. A second to remember being chest to chest with Steve, beneath him, safe with him. A second to remember laying wrapped in the same too thin sleeping bag. A second to remember Steve lavishing kisses on him, thanking him for saving them all from the Red Skull's brainwashing.
"I'd have rather died," Steve whispered as he held Bucky close. "I'd rather die then serve the Red Skull."
Bucky had laughed then because after all, he'd saved Steve. Laughed as he'd pulled Steve's shirt off.
He opened his eyes again.
"I know what you'd want Steve," he whispered. He would save Steve again. No matter the cost.
The assassin scowled, and pulled out a knife from his boot.
"I told you, I'm not Steve."
Bucky drew his own knife, "Yeah," he whispered, "I know that. Now."
When Sharon and Sam made it to the lower level of the Bunker that found Bucky cradling Steve's still form, his hands drenched in blood.
"I got your back, buddy," Bucky whispered, looking up and hoping Steve understood.