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Entry tags:
- fanfic: avengers,
- fanfic: highlander,
- fic,
- gen,
- movie fic,
- original work,
- poetry,
- point of view: bucky barnes,
- point of view: first person,
- point of view: second person,
- point of view: third person,
- rated pg,
- series: comment_fic,
- slash,
- title: b,
- title: e,
- title: i,
- title: u,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble,
- wordcount: drabble plus
comment_fic 975-979: Avengers, original, HL
Title: If I wrote you, you would know me, you would not write me again
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dar Williams
Warnings: portrayal of a very unhealthy situation with maybe some implied dub-con; references to torture/brainwashing/dehumanization
Pairing: Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: second
Prompt: any. any/any. telling a lie because the truth hurts more
Steve asks, "Do you remember...?"
You say, "Yeah, 'course, punk. How could I forget?"
.
The truth is, you read a lot. You read things on the internet, a library's worth of books, and Steve's body language, Steve's face. You read his interactions with the others, who kept their distance from you in the beginning but have begun to treat you like you belong. Like you're Steve's.
(You are Steve's. That'll never be a lie. It never has been.)
Natasha knows, you know. But she doesn't tell.
(You asked, once, why. She'd smiled, sadly, and said, "I know what it's like.")
.
The truth is, you don't remember Before, and you don't remember During. You don't remember being Bucky Barnes (but you answer to that name because Steve smiles) and you don't remember being the Winter Soldier.
You've read the reports. You read between the lines in the historical record. You put it all together, see where you have been. What was done with your hands.
Bucky Barnes was a good man. The Winter Soldier was a very efficient weapon.
You are neither. You are both.
.
Sam tells you, “Don’t do this. He should know.”
You reply, “I’ve hurt him too much already.”
Sam shakes his head. “How long do you think you can keep this up, man? It’ll hurt more when he figures it out.”
You shrug. “I can be what he wants.”
Sam sighs. “You should be what you want.”
You don’t know what that is. Who that is. And you can’t ever let Steve know that.
.
Bucky Barnes loved Steve Rogers more than life itself. The Winter Soldier had no idea who the man was but saved him anyway.
And you… Steve is kind to you. He protects you. He provides shelter and sustenance and clothing. He sleeps beside you and holds you and never blames you when you lash out in the middle of the night.
You know what he wants, and you are glad that you can provide it for him.
.
So whenever Steve asks, “Do you remember…?” you nod and you smile.
“’course I do,” you say, mentally reviewing all the information you have gathered and either extracting the correct data or extrapolating something.
You are happy when Steve smiles. Happy.
But… you wish you could be Bucky Barnes. He was a good man. It is him Steve loves.
You’ll cling to the lie as long as you can.
Untitled
Poem, gen, PG
Prompt: any, any, things I believed when I was five
Daddy's as tall as tree
and Mama's always right
and I'll always be bigger
than my baby sister
and my big sister will always
be able to help me
and my brother's the best
and the dog lives forever
and one day
one day
I'll know what to do no matter what
one day when I'm grown up like you
Title: untitled
Fandom: Highlander
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 305
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any immortal, watching someone grow up
He finds the child three months after he leaves the Highlander and all his judgments behind. The child has yet to learn to walk or speak, and he knows that he should leave it at a hospital – but he needs something to do.
The child is female. He names her Salvation, only so that he can call her Sal.
.
Sal grows quickly, as mortals do. He reads to her in every language he has written in (which is, of course, every language on the planet and many that are no longer spoken) and she learns to speak most of them, to read, to write. She is a clever child.
They move constantly, to stay ahead of the Watchers and Hunters; it is an adventure. She does not attend school, the way most mortal children do – what could they teach her that he cannot?
.
Sal is ten when she asks why he looks so young.
He tells her the truth.
She asks, “Am I like you?”
He says, “No, my dear.”
She nods, considering. Then she asks, “Can you teach me like I am, anyway?”
He laughs. “I’m already doing that.”
.
Sal is fifteen the first time her heart is broken. She is eighteen when she thrashes a boy who tries to take what she does not want to give. She is twenty when Hunters catch up and she shoots them so that he can take their heads.
.
Sal is twenty-one when she asks, “Do you want me to leave?”
He looks at her. “Why would I want that?”
She shrugs. “I’m not a kid anymore. Maybe you’re tired of me.”
He tells her honestly, “Your entire lifespan is a blink. I’d like to spend every moment I possibly can with you.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Then I vote we go to Machu Picchu next.”
So they do.
Title: Even the gods were terrified at the flood
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh
Warnings: Talk of torture/brainwashing/dehumanization
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, when you are worthless they will not expect you to rise.
They speak in front of it. Mutter information to each other, talk about television programs, movies they want to see, what they had for dinner last night, the best place for breakfast. Gripes about their families.
(Families. He had one once.)
Complain about their superiors. Rant about budget cuts. Small, pointless conversations.
It doesn’t listen. None of the information is important to the mission or upkeep.
(He remembers it all.)
.
It speaks when spoken to, when conveying the necessary data to keep it functional. It delivers mission reports. It asks for clarification when the briefing leaves out something necessary for the mission.
They speak around it, not to it. Only the handler speaks to it.
.
It is a weapon – but it is not mindless. When needed, it can react, change, follow new data to obtain the optimal outcome.
It does not know – but that makes it all the more terrifying.
(He is still there. And he is watching.)
.
“Who was he?” one of the new technicians ask while they work on its arm, restoring function before putting it into storage.
The lead tech shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
.
For over half a century, they speak in front of it. It is wiped and put away and written over hundreds of times. It is their greatest weapon.
(He is there. He remembers.)
For over half a century, they fear it and hate it and rave about what great work they have done. They study it. They learn, and then they use that data to extrapolate what Captain America might be capable of.
It does not know that. It does as ordered. It submits. It sleeps.
(He knows everything. And he is very angry.)
.
Over half a century is nearly undone by one word.
Over half a century is completely undone by ten words.
.
He wakes up to the weapon panting in fear and he says, Let me.
.
The weapon is not mindless. It does not know what to do, but it lets the other have control because it must assess this new data.
He has been there the whole time, the weapon realizes. Unable to move or speak, but there, nonetheless, gathering intel.
And so when they are safely away, the weapon asks, What is the new mission?
And Bucky Barnes says, We’re burning Hydra to the fuckin’ ground.
.
A decade was needed to break Bucky Barnes. Five years to ensure the programming took. And for over a half a century, his body was used as a weapon.
He broke. He did not die.
The weapon says, Mission accepted.
Bucky Barnes says, Then let’s get fuckin’ started.
Title: better to avenge dear ones
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Beowulf
Warnings: talk of violence/torture/death/brainwashing
Pairings: Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 575
Point of view: third
Prompt: MCU, Bucky/Steve, just because he's Bucky Barnes again doesn't mean he regrets what he's done.
There are things he never says, here in this shiny future. He talks about how awesome the food is, how much he's grateful for this third chance at life, how he regrets everything his body was used to do. He's very careful with his words; words have power. Words cause pain. Words are important.
He doesn't know if anyone hears what he doesn't say, but it's a lot.
.
My body, he says. He never says, Me.
.
In the war, he did a lot of shit. For Steve, he's done a lot of shit. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean doing the easy thing, and it doesn't mean doing the clean thing. And the right thing for you isn't everybody’s right thing.
Let's make that clear right now.
.
In Brooklyn, Steve got into a lot of trouble. Bucky got him out of it. Some of it, Steve never knew about.
People die every day. Sometimes, they have help.
Did Bucky cry about it at night? Nope. Bucky’s right thing is to keep his loved ones safe. Steve, the girls, their parents – and he’ll never be sorry for that.
.
In the army, they taught him many things. Being in Hydra’s custody taught him more. And then he was watching Steve’s back again, keeping his men safe, and killing a lot of people before they killed him or his.
And then he was back in Hydra’s custody.
Hydra used his body to cause a lot of damage to the world. He had no part in it.
.
There are things he never says. He’s not sure how to explain, or even that he wants to. This is his third chance at life. At keeping Steve safe.
His parents and Steve’s ma are long dead. The girls are gone and Bucky doesn’t know their children or grandchildren.
Bucky Barnes did what was necessary to protect the ones he loved. In this shiny new future, he only loves Steve. And he’s got all of the asset’s skills to protect him with.
Steve, he knows, doesn’t see much difference between now and their relationship in Brooklyn. He spent 25 years pulling Steve out of fights; the fights are bigger, now, but Bucky’s still pulling him out.
Sometimes, Romanova looks at him, something quiet and still in her eyes. Stark watches him warily; Barton challenges him to sniper battles. Banner keeps his distance, and he is fine with that. He knows what the Hulk is capable of. Thor’s barely around.
It hurts Steve, a bit, but Steve’s always been a little jealous, so he doesn’t mind much, keeping to themselves except when needed for Avenging.
.
They talk about the past. They talk about the future. They talk about the here and now.
There are things he never says. Things he’ll always do. He doesn’t know if Steve is actually that oblivious or willfully blind, and he’s content not knowing.
.
(“Bucky,” Steve says quietly, one of those big hands gentle on Bucky’s real shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” he demands, instantly awake.
“We need to go,” Steve says. “C’mon.”
Bucky follows silently until they’re away, and then, tucked into a small apartment he’s never been to before, he asks, “What’s wrong, Steve?”
Steve says, “The governments of the world want you to hang for what Hydra did. I’m not gonna let them.”
Bucky – Bucky says, “So it’s just us against the world?”
Steve nods, a small, sad smile on his face. “Like it’s always been.”)
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dar Williams
Warnings: portrayal of a very unhealthy situation with maybe some implied dub-con; references to torture/brainwashing/dehumanization
Pairing: Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: second
Prompt: any. any/any. telling a lie because the truth hurts more
Steve asks, "Do you remember...?"
You say, "Yeah, 'course, punk. How could I forget?"
.
The truth is, you read a lot. You read things on the internet, a library's worth of books, and Steve's body language, Steve's face. You read his interactions with the others, who kept their distance from you in the beginning but have begun to treat you like you belong. Like you're Steve's.
(You are Steve's. That'll never be a lie. It never has been.)
Natasha knows, you know. But she doesn't tell.
(You asked, once, why. She'd smiled, sadly, and said, "I know what it's like.")
.
The truth is, you don't remember Before, and you don't remember During. You don't remember being Bucky Barnes (but you answer to that name because Steve smiles) and you don't remember being the Winter Soldier.
You've read the reports. You read between the lines in the historical record. You put it all together, see where you have been. What was done with your hands.
Bucky Barnes was a good man. The Winter Soldier was a very efficient weapon.
You are neither. You are both.
.
Sam tells you, “Don’t do this. He should know.”
You reply, “I’ve hurt him too much already.”
Sam shakes his head. “How long do you think you can keep this up, man? It’ll hurt more when he figures it out.”
You shrug. “I can be what he wants.”
Sam sighs. “You should be what you want.”
You don’t know what that is. Who that is. And you can’t ever let Steve know that.
.
Bucky Barnes loved Steve Rogers more than life itself. The Winter Soldier had no idea who the man was but saved him anyway.
And you… Steve is kind to you. He protects you. He provides shelter and sustenance and clothing. He sleeps beside you and holds you and never blames you when you lash out in the middle of the night.
You know what he wants, and you are glad that you can provide it for him.
.
So whenever Steve asks, “Do you remember…?” you nod and you smile.
“’course I do,” you say, mentally reviewing all the information you have gathered and either extracting the correct data or extrapolating something.
You are happy when Steve smiles. Happy.
But… you wish you could be Bucky Barnes. He was a good man. It is him Steve loves.
You’ll cling to the lie as long as you can.
Untitled
Poem, gen, PG
Prompt: any, any, things I believed when I was five
Daddy's as tall as tree
and Mama's always right
and I'll always be bigger
than my baby sister
and my big sister will always
be able to help me
and my brother's the best
and the dog lives forever
and one day
one day
I'll know what to do no matter what
one day when I'm grown up like you
Title: untitled
Fandom: Highlander
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 305
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any immortal, watching someone grow up
He finds the child three months after he leaves the Highlander and all his judgments behind. The child has yet to learn to walk or speak, and he knows that he should leave it at a hospital – but he needs something to do.
The child is female. He names her Salvation, only so that he can call her Sal.
.
Sal grows quickly, as mortals do. He reads to her in every language he has written in (which is, of course, every language on the planet and many that are no longer spoken) and she learns to speak most of them, to read, to write. She is a clever child.
They move constantly, to stay ahead of the Watchers and Hunters; it is an adventure. She does not attend school, the way most mortal children do – what could they teach her that he cannot?
.
Sal is ten when she asks why he looks so young.
He tells her the truth.
She asks, “Am I like you?”
He says, “No, my dear.”
She nods, considering. Then she asks, “Can you teach me like I am, anyway?”
He laughs. “I’m already doing that.”
.
Sal is fifteen the first time her heart is broken. She is eighteen when she thrashes a boy who tries to take what she does not want to give. She is twenty when Hunters catch up and she shoots them so that he can take their heads.
.
Sal is twenty-one when she asks, “Do you want me to leave?”
He looks at her. “Why would I want that?”
She shrugs. “I’m not a kid anymore. Maybe you’re tired of me.”
He tells her honestly, “Your entire lifespan is a blink. I’d like to spend every moment I possibly can with you.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Then I vote we go to Machu Picchu next.”
So they do.
Title: Even the gods were terrified at the flood
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh
Warnings: Talk of torture/brainwashing/dehumanization
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, when you are worthless they will not expect you to rise.
They speak in front of it. Mutter information to each other, talk about television programs, movies they want to see, what they had for dinner last night, the best place for breakfast. Gripes about their families.
(Families. He had one once.)
Complain about their superiors. Rant about budget cuts. Small, pointless conversations.
It doesn’t listen. None of the information is important to the mission or upkeep.
(He remembers it all.)
.
It speaks when spoken to, when conveying the necessary data to keep it functional. It delivers mission reports. It asks for clarification when the briefing leaves out something necessary for the mission.
They speak around it, not to it. Only the handler speaks to it.
.
It is a weapon – but it is not mindless. When needed, it can react, change, follow new data to obtain the optimal outcome.
It does not know – but that makes it all the more terrifying.
(He is still there. And he is watching.)
.
“Who was he?” one of the new technicians ask while they work on its arm, restoring function before putting it into storage.
The lead tech shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
.
For over half a century, they speak in front of it. It is wiped and put away and written over hundreds of times. It is their greatest weapon.
(He is there. He remembers.)
For over half a century, they fear it and hate it and rave about what great work they have done. They study it. They learn, and then they use that data to extrapolate what Captain America might be capable of.
It does not know that. It does as ordered. It submits. It sleeps.
(He knows everything. And he is very angry.)
.
Over half a century is nearly undone by one word.
Over half a century is completely undone by ten words.
.
He wakes up to the weapon panting in fear and he says, Let me.
.
The weapon is not mindless. It does not know what to do, but it lets the other have control because it must assess this new data.
He has been there the whole time, the weapon realizes. Unable to move or speak, but there, nonetheless, gathering intel.
And so when they are safely away, the weapon asks, What is the new mission?
And Bucky Barnes says, We’re burning Hydra to the fuckin’ ground.
.
A decade was needed to break Bucky Barnes. Five years to ensure the programming took. And for over a half a century, his body was used as a weapon.
He broke. He did not die.
The weapon says, Mission accepted.
Bucky Barnes says, Then let’s get fuckin’ started.
Title: better to avenge dear ones
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Beowulf
Warnings: talk of violence/torture/death/brainwashing
Pairings: Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 575
Point of view: third
Prompt: MCU, Bucky/Steve, just because he's Bucky Barnes again doesn't mean he regrets what he's done.
There are things he never says, here in this shiny future. He talks about how awesome the food is, how much he's grateful for this third chance at life, how he regrets everything his body was used to do. He's very careful with his words; words have power. Words cause pain. Words are important.
He doesn't know if anyone hears what he doesn't say, but it's a lot.
.
My body, he says. He never says, Me.
.
In the war, he did a lot of shit. For Steve, he's done a lot of shit. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean doing the easy thing, and it doesn't mean doing the clean thing. And the right thing for you isn't everybody’s right thing.
Let's make that clear right now.
.
In Brooklyn, Steve got into a lot of trouble. Bucky got him out of it. Some of it, Steve never knew about.
People die every day. Sometimes, they have help.
Did Bucky cry about it at night? Nope. Bucky’s right thing is to keep his loved ones safe. Steve, the girls, their parents – and he’ll never be sorry for that.
.
In the army, they taught him many things. Being in Hydra’s custody taught him more. And then he was watching Steve’s back again, keeping his men safe, and killing a lot of people before they killed him or his.
And then he was back in Hydra’s custody.
Hydra used his body to cause a lot of damage to the world. He had no part in it.
.
There are things he never says. He’s not sure how to explain, or even that he wants to. This is his third chance at life. At keeping Steve safe.
His parents and Steve’s ma are long dead. The girls are gone and Bucky doesn’t know their children or grandchildren.
Bucky Barnes did what was necessary to protect the ones he loved. In this shiny new future, he only loves Steve. And he’s got all of the asset’s skills to protect him with.
Steve, he knows, doesn’t see much difference between now and their relationship in Brooklyn. He spent 25 years pulling Steve out of fights; the fights are bigger, now, but Bucky’s still pulling him out.
Sometimes, Romanova looks at him, something quiet and still in her eyes. Stark watches him warily; Barton challenges him to sniper battles. Banner keeps his distance, and he is fine with that. He knows what the Hulk is capable of. Thor’s barely around.
It hurts Steve, a bit, but Steve’s always been a little jealous, so he doesn’t mind much, keeping to themselves except when needed for Avenging.
.
They talk about the past. They talk about the future. They talk about the here and now.
There are things he never says. Things he’ll always do. He doesn’t know if Steve is actually that oblivious or willfully blind, and he’s content not knowing.
.
(“Bucky,” Steve says quietly, one of those big hands gentle on Bucky’s real shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” he demands, instantly awake.
“We need to go,” Steve says. “C’mon.”
Bucky follows silently until they’re away, and then, tucked into a small apartment he’s never been to before, he asks, “What’s wrong, Steve?”
Steve says, “The governments of the world want you to hang for what Hydra did. I’m not gonna let them.”
Bucky – Bucky says, “So it’s just us against the world?”
Steve nods, a small, sad smile on his face. “Like it’s always been.”)
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The Highlander bit made me smile; her life might be a blink, but a fond memory after :) <3
And Bucky, observing, remembering... yeah, really not safe to believe things safe, talking like that in front of him. *nods* I do love his devotion to Steve *aww* :) <3<3
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Thank you for reading!
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I always wanted to go to Machu Picchu, I find my self a little envious at Sal Getting to travel the world with Methos for a guide.
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Thanks for reading.