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Title: a taste of lightning
Fandom: Highlander/Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: schoompy, I think
Pairings: pre- & past-Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1070
Point of view: third
[Bucky and Steve were never meant to become a major part of this story. I think that might be why I haven’t really added to it, like, at all, since this chapter. I’m not sure what’s left to add to the ‘verse, though I do still dearly love it.]
Ash walks in the front entrance of Stark Tower and smiles at the man behind the desk. “I’d like an appointment with Steve Rogers, please,” he says.
“Of course, sir,” the man replies. [Ash does things right, yo. *hee*]
.
Two days pass before Rogers can meet. Ash knows that if he’d used his real name, there’d have been no wait. He could also just pop in whenever he feels like.
But he wants to do this right. [As I said.] Captain America believes his childhood friend is dead. And Black Widow will only confuse things, though Ash is sure she also believes the weapon she knew to have been used for parts years ago.
He’s sitting at the table in the meeting room when Rogers walks in. “Ash,” Rogers says, surprised, pausing in the doorway. He glances over his shoulder before sitting at the table. “How can I help you, sir?” he asks.
Such a polite boy. Ash grins. “You took a bullet for my son. I owe you a debt.” He studies Rogers for a moment, and Rogers stoically looks back.
“I would’ve taken that bullet for anyone, sir,” he says. “I didn’t know it was Van, but that makes no difference.”
Ash nods. “I understand that, Captain. It is… unusual.” Ash has existed for a very long time, and knows exactly how unusual that is. [Steve Rogers is such a good man he even makes Fyrstr pause, and he has no idea.] He steeples his fingers and rests them against his lips, considering Rogers again. “Do you remember a man named James Barnes?” he asks.
Rogers’ eyes widen and he flinches – and then he gets angry. Ash calmly looks at him, as Rogers leans across the table, fists clenched. “What are you after?” he demands. [Very few things would cause Captain America to fly off the handle. Bucky is one of them. (Bucky might actually be the only thing.)]
“I owe you a debt, Captain,” Ash says. “To clear it, I’ll return James Barnes to you.”
Rogers’ fingers dig into the table. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Rogers knows that Ash can raise the dead; he’s experienced it firsthand. [Sometimes, having a character with more powers than God is difficult to write because *handwaves* can become tiresome. When I was writing this chapter, I actually forgot that Ash had already resurrected Steve once. *shrugs*] But Ash takes pity on the man and gently explains, “Your friend did not die, Captain. He was taken by the Russians, shattered, and pieced back together as the perfect weapon. I have custody of him, at the moment; I took him from his most recent would-be masters.”
Rogers doesn’t seem to be breathing, staring at Ash. So Ash says, “He’s happy, at the moment. He doesn’t remember anything before Red Room.” He pauses, meeting Rogers’ gaze. “Except your name.” [During the course of this story, I became a Steve/Bucky shipper. Before that I’d sorta off-handedly shipped Tony/Steve because they were de facto, I guess? But Steve/Bucky ate me up for awhile, which is why Bucky snuck into this ‘verse, I think. There is a smidge of implied Steve/Tony, earlier in the ‘verse, just because. And then, if I continue, it’ll be completely die hard Bucky/Steve. *shrugs*]
The table splinters. [Steve kinda wants to beat the shit out of Ash right now.]
.
In his dreams, he’s falling. Every time. He’s falling, fingers grasping for something he can never reach. There’s an icy wind blowing, and he’s falling, and he wakes up before hitting the ground.
Ash has yet to tell him his name. Van happily shows him how the library is organized. Gunnar stalks him in wolf form, but eats breakfast as a man and politely asks him to pass the salt. [They all like him, as much as they can before he becomes himself again. But since Bucky Barnes is, at heart, a good guy, he’s pleasant to be around when not being controlled by various bad guys.]
He feels safe in Ash’s house. He never felt safe in Red Room. He had orders and he followed them; he had missions and he completed them. He had targets and he killed them.
His orders now are to loaf around and rest. His mission is to reclaim what Red Room stole, what he never missed before opening his eyes to a room full of corpses. His target is himself. Whoever he was.
In his dreams, he’s falling and screaming, “Steve!” [When all else is lost, the man who was Bucky remembers Steve Rogers. I’ve started a few different fics with that basic premise, but they fizzled out, too.]
.
You like him, Van laughs, poking at Gunnar’s shoulder. Gunnar growls, flicking an ear his way before huffing.
I do not, he grumbles. [Gunnar cares about Ash, after a fashion, and Hel, too. He doesn’t want to like anyone but Van, but they’ve snuck into his heart. He’d still kill them, though, or die trying, if they ever became a danger to Van. Despite himself, he’s also growing to like Bucky.]
Van laughs again. We’re not keeping him, he says. It has been fun, feeling like an older brother these past few days, but they cannot keep him. He has someone waiting for him, someone who loves him. Someone he loves. Van’s fingers tighten in Gunnar’s ruff, because there have been so many months he couldn’t touch his wolf. When Gunnar was on missions for Hel, when he was hiding and fleeing realms. [There are a lot of scars on Van’s soul, still. A thousand years can’t be wiped away by a couple.]
I’m here, Gunnar whispers, pressing back so that Van could wrap his arms around him. I’m here and I’m yours.
Yes, Van murmurs, resting his head on Gunnar’s flank. Yes. Gunnar is his, and Ash is his, and he is theirs, and nothing can ever be taken from him again. [Fact.]
.
He’s sitting in the den, curled up with a novel about magic and teenaged heroes [Harry Potter, I think. I can’t remember for sure.], when Ash knocks on the doorframe. “Kiddo,” he says. “I have someone here who wants to see you.”
He looks up, past Ash, but whoever’s behind him is hidden by the wall, so he focuses back on Ash and closes the book. “Who?” he asks, his heart chanting Steve, Steve, Steve.
Ash smiles, stepping into the room. A tall blond man slips in behind him, eyes wide, mouth open, hands fluttering at his sides.
“Bucky,” he whispers, then louder he says, “Bucky!”
“Steve,” Bucky says, eyes closing as he sags down.
As he remembers. [I really hope the Winter Soldier movie has an epic reunion scene, where Steve brings Bucky back to himself.]
.
Bucky is alive. Bucky was never dead.
Bucky is falling - so Steve lunges for him, and catches him, and clutches him close like he couldn’t seventy years ago. [Steve is going to be so overprotective for awhile, holy shit.] He rests his cheek on the top of Bucky’s head, and he apologizes, he begs for forgiveness, he promises and swears to never let Bucky go again, he squeezes so tight –
And Bucky’s arms wrap around him, Bucky’s fingers grip his shirt, and Bucky whispers into his chest, apologies and explanations, seventy years he did horrible things and Steve wasn’t there, Steve wasn’t even a ghost in his mind –
“You knew my name,” Steve says, and Bucky quiets. “Ash said – you knew my name when you didn’t know anything else.”
“Steve,” Bucky murmurs, leaning back just far enough to raise his head and meets Steve’s eyes.
“Bucky,” he replies. [Bucky might realize he loves Steve differently than he’d love a brother; Steve doesn’t, yet. They’re just both so overwhelmed by each other being alive.]
Bucky’s alive. Bucky’s here and safe, and Steve pulls him back in, holding on as tight as he can.
He’s never letting go again.
.
Ash backs out silently, smiling, and turns towards the kitchen. He feels like jambalaya tonight, and he’s pretty sure none of his boys have had it yet. [Jambalaya is awesome, when done right. When done wrong, bleh.]
He thinks about calling Amanda, telling her he’s sending two kids her way for babysitting – but maybe he’ll keep them for himself. [So, I’ve only seen the Amanda scenes in the Methos episodes. I’d mentioned in an earlier part that Methos might send Bucky to Amanda, and someone had requested Amanda meeting Van&Gunnar, but I have no idea how to write her, so she will not be appearing. And if I do continue, Methos just adopted two more kids, so I have no idea what to do. *hands*]
So… we are keeping them? Van asks sleepily, and Gunnar echoes the question in a rumble, mostly asleep.
… maybe, he answers, pulling a pot out of the cabinet.
Brothers are good, I’ve learned, Van says. [Thor grew a lot over the course of this fic, and Van has realized that Baldr always loved him, even though he was mostly Sir Not Appearing in Loki’s life. And Gunnar has been a constant presence, even when he went by Fenrir and worked for Hel.]
Ash chuckles. His son has come a long way, since that bitter, terrified child he found. Yes, he says. Brothers can be a very good thing.
[Part of the problem might be that this actually sounds like a pretty good stopping point. What’s left to say? I have a couple beginnings for further parts but the drive for this fic died and I’m not sure why.
It was so much fun, though.]
Title: a taste of lightning
Fandom: Highlander/Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: schoompy, I think
Pairings: pre- & past-Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1070
Point of view: third
[Bucky and Steve were never meant to become a major part of this story. I think that might be why I haven’t really added to it, like, at all, since this chapter. I’m not sure what’s left to add to the ‘verse, though I do still dearly love it.]
Ash walks in the front entrance of Stark Tower and smiles at the man behind the desk. “I’d like an appointment with Steve Rogers, please,” he says.
“Of course, sir,” the man replies. [Ash does things right, yo. *hee*]
.
Two days pass before Rogers can meet. Ash knows that if he’d used his real name, there’d have been no wait. He could also just pop in whenever he feels like.
But he wants to do this right. [As I said.] Captain America believes his childhood friend is dead. And Black Widow will only confuse things, though Ash is sure she also believes the weapon she knew to have been used for parts years ago.
He’s sitting at the table in the meeting room when Rogers walks in. “Ash,” Rogers says, surprised, pausing in the doorway. He glances over his shoulder before sitting at the table. “How can I help you, sir?” he asks.
Such a polite boy. Ash grins. “You took a bullet for my son. I owe you a debt.” He studies Rogers for a moment, and Rogers stoically looks back.
“I would’ve taken that bullet for anyone, sir,” he says. “I didn’t know it was Van, but that makes no difference.”
Ash nods. “I understand that, Captain. It is… unusual.” Ash has existed for a very long time, and knows exactly how unusual that is. [Steve Rogers is such a good man he even makes Fyrstr pause, and he has no idea.] He steeples his fingers and rests them against his lips, considering Rogers again. “Do you remember a man named James Barnes?” he asks.
Rogers’ eyes widen and he flinches – and then he gets angry. Ash calmly looks at him, as Rogers leans across the table, fists clenched. “What are you after?” he demands. [Very few things would cause Captain America to fly off the handle. Bucky is one of them. (Bucky might actually be the only thing.)]
“I owe you a debt, Captain,” Ash says. “To clear it, I’ll return James Barnes to you.”
Rogers’ fingers dig into the table. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Rogers knows that Ash can raise the dead; he’s experienced it firsthand. [Sometimes, having a character with more powers than God is difficult to write because *handwaves* can become tiresome. When I was writing this chapter, I actually forgot that Ash had already resurrected Steve once. *shrugs*] But Ash takes pity on the man and gently explains, “Your friend did not die, Captain. He was taken by the Russians, shattered, and pieced back together as the perfect weapon. I have custody of him, at the moment; I took him from his most recent would-be masters.”
Rogers doesn’t seem to be breathing, staring at Ash. So Ash says, “He’s happy, at the moment. He doesn’t remember anything before Red Room.” He pauses, meeting Rogers’ gaze. “Except your name.” [During the course of this story, I became a Steve/Bucky shipper. Before that I’d sorta off-handedly shipped Tony/Steve because they were de facto, I guess? But Steve/Bucky ate me up for awhile, which is why Bucky snuck into this ‘verse, I think. There is a smidge of implied Steve/Tony, earlier in the ‘verse, just because. And then, if I continue, it’ll be completely die hard Bucky/Steve. *shrugs*]
The table splinters. [Steve kinda wants to beat the shit out of Ash right now.]
.
In his dreams, he’s falling. Every time. He’s falling, fingers grasping for something he can never reach. There’s an icy wind blowing, and he’s falling, and he wakes up before hitting the ground.
Ash has yet to tell him his name. Van happily shows him how the library is organized. Gunnar stalks him in wolf form, but eats breakfast as a man and politely asks him to pass the salt. [They all like him, as much as they can before he becomes himself again. But since Bucky Barnes is, at heart, a good guy, he’s pleasant to be around when not being controlled by various bad guys.]
He feels safe in Ash’s house. He never felt safe in Red Room. He had orders and he followed them; he had missions and he completed them. He had targets and he killed them.
His orders now are to loaf around and rest. His mission is to reclaim what Red Room stole, what he never missed before opening his eyes to a room full of corpses. His target is himself. Whoever he was.
In his dreams, he’s falling and screaming, “Steve!” [When all else is lost, the man who was Bucky remembers Steve Rogers. I’ve started a few different fics with that basic premise, but they fizzled out, too.]
.
You like him, Van laughs, poking at Gunnar’s shoulder. Gunnar growls, flicking an ear his way before huffing.
I do not, he grumbles. [Gunnar cares about Ash, after a fashion, and Hel, too. He doesn’t want to like anyone but Van, but they’ve snuck into his heart. He’d still kill them, though, or die trying, if they ever became a danger to Van. Despite himself, he’s also growing to like Bucky.]
Van laughs again. We’re not keeping him, he says. It has been fun, feeling like an older brother these past few days, but they cannot keep him. He has someone waiting for him, someone who loves him. Someone he loves. Van’s fingers tighten in Gunnar’s ruff, because there have been so many months he couldn’t touch his wolf. When Gunnar was on missions for Hel, when he was hiding and fleeing realms. [There are a lot of scars on Van’s soul, still. A thousand years can’t be wiped away by a couple.]
I’m here, Gunnar whispers, pressing back so that Van could wrap his arms around him. I’m here and I’m yours.
Yes, Van murmurs, resting his head on Gunnar’s flank. Yes. Gunnar is his, and Ash is his, and he is theirs, and nothing can ever be taken from him again. [Fact.]
.
He’s sitting in the den, curled up with a novel about magic and teenaged heroes [Harry Potter, I think. I can’t remember for sure.], when Ash knocks on the doorframe. “Kiddo,” he says. “I have someone here who wants to see you.”
He looks up, past Ash, but whoever’s behind him is hidden by the wall, so he focuses back on Ash and closes the book. “Who?” he asks, his heart chanting Steve, Steve, Steve.
Ash smiles, stepping into the room. A tall blond man slips in behind him, eyes wide, mouth open, hands fluttering at his sides.
“Bucky,” he whispers, then louder he says, “Bucky!”
“Steve,” Bucky says, eyes closing as he sags down.
As he remembers. [I really hope the Winter Soldier movie has an epic reunion scene, where Steve brings Bucky back to himself.]
.
Bucky is alive. Bucky was never dead.
Bucky is falling - so Steve lunges for him, and catches him, and clutches him close like he couldn’t seventy years ago. [Steve is going to be so overprotective for awhile, holy shit.] He rests his cheek on the top of Bucky’s head, and he apologizes, he begs for forgiveness, he promises and swears to never let Bucky go again, he squeezes so tight –
And Bucky’s arms wrap around him, Bucky’s fingers grip his shirt, and Bucky whispers into his chest, apologies and explanations, seventy years he did horrible things and Steve wasn’t there, Steve wasn’t even a ghost in his mind –
“You knew my name,” Steve says, and Bucky quiets. “Ash said – you knew my name when you didn’t know anything else.”
“Steve,” Bucky murmurs, leaning back just far enough to raise his head and meets Steve’s eyes.
“Bucky,” he replies. [Bucky might realize he loves Steve differently than he’d love a brother; Steve doesn’t, yet. They’re just both so overwhelmed by each other being alive.]
Bucky’s alive. Bucky’s here and safe, and Steve pulls him back in, holding on as tight as he can.
He’s never letting go again.
.
Ash backs out silently, smiling, and turns towards the kitchen. He feels like jambalaya tonight, and he’s pretty sure none of his boys have had it yet. [Jambalaya is awesome, when done right. When done wrong, bleh.]
He thinks about calling Amanda, telling her he’s sending two kids her way for babysitting – but maybe he’ll keep them for himself. [So, I’ve only seen the Amanda scenes in the Methos episodes. I’d mentioned in an earlier part that Methos might send Bucky to Amanda, and someone had requested Amanda meeting Van&Gunnar, but I have no idea how to write her, so she will not be appearing. And if I do continue, Methos just adopted two more kids, so I have no idea what to do. *hands*]
So… we are keeping them? Van asks sleepily, and Gunnar echoes the question in a rumble, mostly asleep.
… maybe, he answers, pulling a pot out of the cabinet.
Brothers are good, I’ve learned, Van says. [Thor grew a lot over the course of this fic, and Van has realized that Baldr always loved him, even though he was mostly Sir Not Appearing in Loki’s life. And Gunnar has been a constant presence, even when he went by Fenrir and worked for Hel.]
Ash chuckles. His son has come a long way, since that bitter, terrified child he found. Yes, he says. Brothers can be a very good thing.
[Part of the problem might be that this actually sounds like a pretty good stopping point. What’s left to say? I have a couple beginnings for further parts but the drive for this fic died and I’m not sure why.
It was so much fun, though.]
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Date: 2013-05-08 09:14 am (UTC)Maybe one or two chapters could be still added, if they arrive, but I agree, it sounds like finished (could be then changed to 'finished' status).
Ash probably gets some kicks from starting things politely. Gotta get the amusement out of something XD
I like Steve so much, he seems so honest and has his principles (and tight loyalty to Bucky *cough*). I ship both Tony/Steve and Steve/Bucky, though the latter a bit more ;)
I'm waiting for that epic reunion scene too... gotta be magic. *heart-eyes* And maybe get to read some good fics about that then ::)
I think I've never had Jambalaya (maybe I'll have it someday, as long as there's no seafood in it - I'm a bit picky *lol*).
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Date: 2013-05-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Ah, but while that seems like a good ending, my writing heart knows it's not. *sigh* There's more to say; I'm just not sure what.
I shipped Tony/Steve until I discovered Bucky/Steve. In fics without Bucky, I still ship Tony/Steve (unless I'm shipping Tony/Bruce).
There is seafood jambalaya, but there are more ways to mess that up than regular jambalaya, and I'm way more wary about it. Regular jambalaya is sausage and chicken + rice.