A mix of MCU and Comic verse. Trying to work with Civil War. 924 words of semi-angst. Sam/Bucky
Sam ignored the whining of the jetpack, pushing the wings
past their safety limits. He was almost there. Almost. He couldn’t hear
anything over the roaring of the wind past his ears but he could see the red
lights, knew the air was filled with the sounds of sirens.
He’d make it. He had to.
He was diving before he’d thought, gaze locked on Cap’s
shield as it hurtled downward. He reached—
The wings were the only thing that kept him from being
Bucky snarled whirling around. Death in his eyes. His arm a
silver blur coming towards Sam’s face.
Sam caught Bucky as he stumbled forward, the momentum of the aborted strike knocking him off balance.
Bucky stepped back quickly, looking everywhere but at Sam.
He didn’t think he could take seeing the disappointment. He could hear Stark’s
pained breathing. The whispers from the slowly gathering crowd. His hand
clenched around the shield, knuckles gone white with the force.
Sam stared down at Stark, Bucky had done a job on him. “You
don’t want to do this, Bucky.”
“He killed Steve,” yelled Bucky, glaring down at Stark. All
he could was Steve’s body splayed out on the courthouse steps.
“No, Bucky. I have got no love for the man right now myself.
But he didn’t.” Sam let go of the shield.
“He did. He turned on Steve—“
“Maybe. But Steve died doing what he believed was right. He
could have killed Stark. But he knew it wouldn’t have made things right,” Sam
said. He moved closer, putting himself between Stark and Bucky.
“Sam,” Bucky all but sobbed.
The anguish in the sound made Sam’s heart hurt. He caught
Bucky’s flesh hand, holding it tight as he turned back to Stark. The man had
managed to sit up. The suit was busted to hell and Stark’s face was a mess but
it didn’t look like he’d be dying anytime soon. “Why were you even here? I told
you, he didn’t want to see you. That it was all I could do to keep him from
killing you. What the fuck do you do? You bring your ass into my territory.
What the fuck was so goddamn important?!”
Sam ignored the gathering government strike teams. He’d
registered so he could go to Steve’s funeral. He was the only one of the
Steve’s people who could legally show his face. He’d needed to be there. That
didn’t mean he’d changed his mind. And it damn sure didn’t mean he was going to
let Stark get his hands on Bucky.
“Steve, sent me a letter.” Stark said quietly, spitting out
a mouth full of blood. “He didn’t want what Captain America meant to die. He
wanted me to choose a new captain. The country needs a Captain America.
Especially now. I thought Bucky—“
Sam was nearly yanked off his feet as Bucky lunged forward.
He threw his arms around Bucky’s neck and hauled backwards. They both landed on
their asses. The tangle of arms and legs took a moment to sort out. Sam thought
it best to remain where he was, which was wrapped around Bucky. The man was
almost vibrating with rage and grief.
“You are not going to use me Stark. You’re not going to use
me to assuage the guilt you feel for your part in this,” growled Bucky. “Anyone
you charm into taking that suit and working for you and your new Initiative
isn’t going to make it all go away.”
Sam spoke up, wanting to end this before it ended in
bloodshed. Hoping to hell Stark would just leave. “Stark, I understand Bucky is
in violation of Registration act but I’d take it as a personal favor if you let
me handle this.”
Bucky snorted hard, burying his face in Sam’s neck. Just
breathing him in as he tried to calm down. When he was calm enough to speak, he
sat up. Sam moved to let him go, Bucky wouldn’t let him.
“The only person I
know who deserves to wear that suit besides Steve has his own,” he said, head
turning as he looked at Sam for the first time. He didn’t see the disappoint he
thought he would. He saw his own pain and grief reflected back at him. But also
a level of understanding and compassion he’d only ever seen in one other
person. Different as night and day, but two peas in the same pod.
only cap I’d ever follow.”
(Epilogue but kinda not)
One year later….
“How do I look,” asked Sam half kidding, half serious.
Bucky’s studied him intently and Sam tried not to flinch. “Like Captain America.”
Sam’s shoulders slumped in relief as that last bit of tension slipped away. He watched Bucky curiously as he came closer. Head turning to keep him in sight as Bucky circled him.
“I think Stark did something to the suit,” muttered Bucky as
he paced around Sam.
Sam’s gaze narrowed. “Why?” Visions of implants, trackers and shock collars dancing past his eyes.
“It never made me want fuck Steve in it,” Bucky smirked,
leering at Sam.
Sam glared halfheartedly, fighting the laugh that wanted to
escape. It didn’t do to encourage Bucky. “Are you sure it’s not just me?”
“Well, I always want to fuck you. But the suit is making me
want to do really dirty things to you while you’re wearing it. I think I
finally understand that defile Captain America kink.”
“Well, we should probably test the suit’s durability.”