Ocean Soldier (Part 3 out of ?)
(A/N): Haaaaa, this one is so bad and it changed perspective between (Y/N) and Bucky a lot so I’m so sorry about that…
(Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid
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You were frozen with shock, your face completely numb as Bucky speaks his first words to you.
His blue eyes bore into yours and you swear you can see a smudge of guilt in them, or perhaps that was your wishful thinking.
“B-Bucky,” Your voice shakes so much you can barely get the words out but Bucky’s soft coos gently begin to soothe you, enough to the point your tears began to dry and your breathing evened out and you could finally speak properly.
Even with your now calmer state, the dry cheeks, the steady breaths, Bucky keeps his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently swiping along your skin.
“Where did you go?” You ask softly, not so brokenly anymore, just sad and distraught.
“I-I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I-I shouldn’t even be here right now, it’s against the rules and-”
“Bucky, you’re not making any sense,” You look at him with furrowed brows and a cocked head, showing your confusion. Bucky sighs gently, the cuts on his neck puffing in and out as he does so.
“(Y/N) I can’t keep visiting you, it’s dangerous, for both of us. That’s why I was so scared the first day, the day you rescued me. I’m not even supposed to be by the docks, much less caught in a net. I was afraid someone of my cove was going to come and-”
“wait…a cove? Like a- like a cove of a fish?”
“I’ve said too much already…” Bucky’s hand slides from your face, leaving you feeling more hallow and alone than you had felt in a long time. “I should’ve just stayed away-”
“Bucky wait-” You slide to the end of the dock, desperately trying to cling onto him. “Where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you…you know too much already-”
“Bucky I hardly know a thing-”
“They’ll hurt you if they find out I’ve been up here?”
“(Y/N), I really cant stay-”
“Bucky please don’t leave me-” You stop short when suddenly two hands cup your cheeks, the same slimy, cold ones that you had grown to love but what truly takes you off guard was the fact there was another pair of lips pressed to yours. Bucky was kissing you. He was finally kissing you.
His lips were soft, wet, cold, but they were oh so perfect, they felt like they were made to fit directly with yours, like two pieces of a puzzle.
You sigh against his lips, scooting a little closer as his lips move against yours so sweetly and so softly you could almost weep but before you could Bucky was pulling away and disappearing into the water once again, leaving you all alone.
You sit there dumbfounded for a few minutes, staring a the spot he had just disappeared to but no matter how much you stared at it you simply couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. A man you had known for a total of three weeks just kissed you after he went on and on about how dangerous it was to even be talking to you, and then suddenly he disappears again? You hadn’t seen him in three fucking weeks, he shows up for a minute and then leaves again? You groan angrily as you flip back against the dock, staring up at the sky as tears burn at your eyes. Only this time you knew that a certain dark haired man wasn’t going to show up to wipe them away.
Bucky watched from afar as (Y/N) packed up their things, angrily wiped their tears and stomped away, limping on their still shredded feet. He felt horrible, of course he did. He’d grown to love- no, not love, love wasn’t permitted among his kind, only survival and lust- he’d grown to care for (Y/N) very deeply and to see them so hurt over something he had done truly hurt him. Watching them those three weeks was absolute hell, he could barely stand to watch from a distance, to watch them sing and play whatever they had been playing, to watch them give up on drawing, to watch them slowly lose that smile they always held. He had to do something- he had to apologize, tell them what was wrong-
“Bucky-” A sudden voice hisses to him, making the merman flip around.
Floating just a few feet beyond him was the all too familiar face of Natasha, the most cutthroat fish in the sea. Nat was a part of his cove, as was a number of other mercreatures, but she by far was the scariest. Not even Steve, the leader and commander of the cove was as fear inducing as Nat.
“What the hell are you doing up here?” Her gills fluttered as she breathed in angrily, making her much more intimidating than usual.
“Nothing,” Bucky whispers back, hoping that she wouldn’t notice that he was lying.
“Rogers will kill you if he finds you up here, it’s broad fucking daylight,”
“I know that Nat, Bucky mutters through gritted fangs, restraining himself just enough so he didn’t end up ripping Nat’s throat to pieces.
"What if someone sees you? What then?”
“I know Nat, I just needed some air, I’m still human after all,”
“Yeah,” Nat mutters in disgust. “I know. Now lets get going before Steve has both of our asses,” Natasha sucks under the water, her shimmering red tail surfacing from the water for only a moment before disappearing back under the rippling waves.
“Neither of us even have asses,” Bucky grumbles as he takes one last look at the docks, at the place he once used to be happy. He’d find a way to apologize to (Y/N)- he just needed time.
(Your point of view)
You knew coming back to the docks was wishful thinking, Bucky had told you he wouldn’t be coming back and yet every morning you found yourself drawn to the same dock.
For weeks, much longer than the precious three, you rose at sunrise and came down to the docks, sat on your designated piece of wood and waited. You’d sing, draw, maybe read a little bit but no matter what you did Bucky never came back. You even tried at night and still there was no sign of your friend. After weeks of waiting you were starting to lose hope again, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto those last glimmers of it it was just slipping away.
At this point it was pointless to even wait for Bucky anymore, it was obvious we was never coming back and yet you kept on coming. Perhaps your persistence would pay off in the end? Maybe Bucky really would come back, he’d apologize and explain why he’d left and then the two of you would go back to being Friends? You scoffed as you walked down the docks for who knows what time. Wishful thinking hadn’t gotten you anywhere so far so why should it suddenly start now-
Your train of thought stops immediately as you stop at your dock, the dock. You didn’t know what you were expecting but a large, white seashell most definitely wasn’t it. You furrow your brows as you stoop to pick the shell up; It was shiny, pearly white, and absolutely gorgeous. You smile softly as you run your fingers along it’s smooth layers, nearly shivering at it’s cold temperature. It must have just come out of the ocean- You stop once again, looking down at the shell in shock. There was only one person who could have done this; Bucky.
You knew it was a long shot but you couldn’t help but think that your ocean loving friend had left a little present for you. You smile as you hold the shell close to your heart, being careful not to break it.
“Thank you Bucky,” you whisper to the ocean, hoping your dark haired friend could hear you and it may have been your imagination but you could’ve sworn your heard the ocean whisper back, “You’re welcome,”
From that day on every time you came to the docks there was a little prize waiting for you, a pearl here, some cool knickknack there, maybe a plant of some sort another day.
That’s when your truly knew it was Bucky, who else was considerate enough to Leave little trinkets for you to find, no one.
Your collection was really starting to grow, you’d been accumulating quite a bit of sea treasures form your mysterious friend. You did feel a bit guilty, he kept bringing you all these amazing gifts and yet you had nothing to give him. You could draw him something, maybe write him a song, bake him some food, anything would suffice. You thought about it for a bit as you sat on the dock on particular day, listening to soft waves of the ocean as you plucked at some strings on your guitar.
Your parents had always had some more- eccentric kind if foods. Perhaps you could bake him a little something and bring it by, that is if the gulls and fishes didn’t get to it first. You smile victoriously as you pack your guitar up, a new kind of determination running through your veins. Millions of ideas raced through your mind as you walked back home, perhaps a nice bread, maybe some form of desert or pasta? You figured it had to be something that didn’t spoil easily, something that could withstand the poor beach temperatures.
An idea came to mind and you smiled as you scurried home, wasting no time in baking your little surprise.
(Bucky’s point of view)
Bucky looked up at the rippling water, the sun shimmering through the deep blue. He missed the surface- he missed having legs, being able to walk around, eat natural foods, he missed being able to interact with a species that wasn’t so vicious. Bucky sighs, or sighs as well he could as a mermaid could in the ocean. His lungs burned slightly as he tried to breathe in, as he hated to remind everyone, he was still partly human.
Years ago, back in the 1940’s he had been a soldier for the US military and one day a mission ended up going poorly and he found himself stranded in the middle of the ocean. He was freezing, his crew was dead, he was the only one left, just floating in an endless expanse of hell. Luckily (or so he thought at the time) a blonde haired man came to save him (again, or so he thought at the time). The man had looked so kind, with blue eyes and a warm smile but Bucky quickly realized that it was no warm smile, it was full of hunger and malice but before he could truly find time to be scared the man pounced upon him and dragged him down below.
There was a sharp sting in his neck and Bucky realized that the deranged man was biting him, he was fucking biting him. He remembered struggling but the man was far stronger, he kept on dragging Bucky down until he couldn’t breathe, until his lungs ached and burned, until he thought he was going to die of the pressure.
His world was slowly fading to black, he could see the sea above him slowly fading, he could feel his entire body go numb but just as his body was close to giving in to the comforting dark everything suddenly snapped back to life. He could suddenly breathe, he could see the rippling sea and the pieces of wreckage floating above, he could see the blonde man swimming, no, floating, beside him except Bucky quickly realized that it was no man. Not a single man Bucky had ever met had a tail and yet this man did. It was shimmering silver, just like his eyes; It was long and thick, just like he was and it gently flicked back and forth through the water, helping the man float. Then Bucky remembered looking down at his own body and seeing a tail just like the man’s only blue, shimmering blue. That’s how Bucky came to be what he was today, some kind of ocean freak. Only there was one small setback, he was still partly human.
Steve, the mermaid that day, hadn’t bitten him correctly, leaving some wiggle room for his human form to creep back in. That meant that at any given moment he could change back into a human. He had wanted to do it a billion times but every time he so much thought about it his cove would threaten him into staying, they’d intimidate him, beat him some more, make threats that sent shivers down his spine. In the end he decided it wasn’t worth it to try and be human once again. Since he was a mutt, as so gently put by the Cove’s second in command; Sam, He wasn’t like the other mercreatures, they were pure breads, he was a mutt, a filthy piece of bottom feeder scum who amounted to nothing in sea life.
Other members of his cove often liked to remind him of the fact that he was partly human, that he was a disgrace to their cove. They treated him poorly, he was abused, starved, left to fend for himself half the time. His cove hated him, the people who had damned him to this life hated him. (Y/N) had never hate him, never treated him poorly, they made him feel wanted and safe, they made him feel like he mattered. They were sad for fucks sake when he disappeared, that’s more than his cove had ever amounted to.
(Y/N) was something special, that’s why he couldn’t be with them, that’s why he had to stay away. If anyone from his cove found out that he was talking with a surface dweller it would be the end of them, and it’d be all his fault. He couldn’t risk losing (Y/N), he’d do anything to keep them safe, even if that meant going against his every instinct and leaving them alone. Thankfully he had some way of staying connected with them, the little prizes he left them every night. (Y/N) still came to the dock every morning even though Bucky had stopped coming. Every morning they’d stop, smile at the small gifts he’d leave them, then utter a quiet “thank you” to the ocean and every damn time Bucky would respond with an equally quiet “You’re welcome.”
Bucky’s grip unconsciously gripped the small necklace he held in his hand, the next gift he had for (Y/N). It was his dog tags, the ones from the war. They had his name printed on them, his position, and his number. It was the only thing he had of his old self but he wanted (Y/N) to have it, they’d benefit from it more than he ever would.
Bucky’s eyes roamed up to the watery sky, it was almost pitch black but luckily he could see as though it were broad daylight, one perk to being a merman. It was night, maybe midnight or sometime later. It was illogical that anyone would be out at such a time but as Bucky rose to the surface, his head popping up from the dark depths he was more than surprised to see someone sitting on the docks; aka (Y/N).
Bucky bit his lip as he surveyed them, shivering, a blanket of some sort wrapped tightly around their body. Soft lights twinkled around their body and it was impossible for him not to swim closer. He knew he shouldn’t have, he had just told them he couldn’t ever return and yet he found himself venturing closer and closer until suddenly his webbed hands were upon the dock and he was staring up at (Y/N)’s face.
“You came back,” (Y/N) whispers, almost in disbelief if Bucky thought about it. Bucky nods softly, biting his lip as he stared at the dock sheepishly.
“I wanted to thank you for the gifts,” (Y/N) suddenly smiles, a smile Bucky had longed to see for weeks, nearly months. Bucky smiles softly, his pale, wet cheeks dusting a soft pink.
“Did you like them?” He asks quietly, meekly.
“I loved- love them, especially that shell,” Bucky smiles, his blush only growing.
“I thought of you when you found it. I remember thinking how beautiful it was, just like you,” Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to blush, their cheeks dusting a rather dark red.
“Really?” Bucky nods, smiling softly at the fact that he- a filthy human as stated by his cove- was able to make (Y/N) blush and smile.
“I never thought I’d get the chance to tell you in person…” Bucky whispers as he stares at his hands, at the web in between his fingers.
“I think you’re beautiful too,” (Y/N) whispers back, their tone soft and full of a kind of fondness that Bucky hasn’t experienced in years. Bucky looks up from the dock, his eyes wide and full of surprise.
“You really think so?” (Y/N) nods, smiling at Bucky in a way that had his stomach up in knots. “From the moment I laid eyes on you,” Bucky could feel his entire face heat up, straight to the tip of his pointed ears. (Y/N) thought Bucky was beautiful, the most amazing thing he’d ever laid eyes on thought he was beautiful.
(Y/N) looks to their hands, biting their lip as a wide smile threatened to overtake their features. Bucky had distracted them so much they had almost forgot about the “gift” they had brought him. Almost.
“But um- I wanted to thank you for the gifts by giving you one of my own,” (Y/N) slides a plate of something towards Bucky, smiling at him gently. “Unfortunately I don’t have any cool little knick knacks like you do but I sure as hell can cook so I figured why not bake you something?” Bucky looks at the plate of food longingly; it’d been so long since he had a proper human meal and since he was the weakest link in the cove he was rarely ever fed so having something so tantalizing placed just a few feet before him was pure torture. “I wanted something simple so I just made some fish. I uh- I hope you eat fish…”
“Wait…I’m allowed to eat this?” (Y/N) chuckles softly, nodding their head once again.
“Yes Bucky, I made them for you,”
“…It’s really okay?”
“Yes Bucky,” (Y/N) nudges the plate closer. “It’s really okay,” (Y/N) gives Bucky a reassuring smile as he reaches a webbed hand out to the plate, casting one more glance at (Y/N) before gingerly picking a cooked fish up. It looked…different from how he remembered but god- he wanted to eat it so fucking bad. He raised it to his lips and took a tentative little bite. Almost immediately flavor burst in his mouth, something he hadn’t had the pleasure of eating in years (the sea didn’t offer many spices). A soft moan of delight pushed past his lips as he took another bite and another and another until all the fish was gone.
“Does it taste okay?”
“Oh my god yes,” Bucky moans, nodding immediately. “I haven’t had food like that in years,” (Y/N) smiles victoriously, proud of their own little accomplishment.
“Tomorrow I’ll have to bring you some other food, that is, if you’re still here…”
“With cooking like this hell yeah I’m coming back,” (Y/N) smiles and laughs, making Bucky’s heart warm within his chest.
“Glad I’ve persuaded you to stay, I’ve really missed you,”
“I’ve- I’ve missed you too…” Bucky whispers as he licks his lips, looking up at (Y/N) with a fond look in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I scared you away…hopefully the food makes up for my mistake,”
“no, it was my fault really, I shouldn’t have left so abruptly, I should’ve given you an explanation first.”
“Was it-” (Y/N) sighs, looking at their hands as they do. Their mood had immediately dropped, going from happy and bubbly to nervous and remorseful. “Was it because if what I asked?” Bucky knew it was coming. He knew sooner or later he was going to have answer their question. He was constantly in the water, he had gills for fucks sake, he was surprised (Y/N) hadn’t asked earlier but now they were and this time he had to tell the truth.
(Y/N) was the only person- both on land and sea- who treated him well, it was time he started doing the same. Bucky nods softly, casting his gaze down towards his webbed hands.
“I’m so sorry Bucky- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,”
“No,” Bucky whispers, interrupting (Y/N) before they could say anything else. “The answer to your question is no,” (Y/N) falls silent for a moment, obviously taken aback by Bucky’s intrusion. It takes a few moments for it to click but when it does (Y/N)’s eyes widen and their lips part in shock. They gently clear their throat, closing their lips and blinking a bit to compose themself.
“Can you- can you tell me what you are then? You don’t have to answer, I don’t want to scare you off again-” No. Bucky needed to tell the truth. He needed someone to know who he was, what he was, what had happened to him, he needed to let someone in, he needed to stop hiding and he needed to start telling the truth.
Bucky sighed, opened his mouth to answer but before he could the water around him became frantic, as though swarmed with a million fishes. The water crashed against the dock wildly, making it impossible to see a single thing. Bucky ducked under the water, in. No mood for the waves to smack him against the dock. The strange thing was underneath the water he could barely see a thing either, the sea was dark and murky for once and it was impossible to even see his own hands. Eventually the waves settled and Bucky rose back to the surface, shaking his wet hair out of his face.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Bucky asked as his eyes adjusted to the not murky atmosphere. He squinted as he looked around, trying to spot his land walking friend only there was a problem; they were no longer there. The waves had settled and when they had (Y/N) was no longer sitting on the dock….
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