They arrived at what was supposedly Bucky’s apartment in silence. Violet changed out of her civilian clothes into a black SHIELD jacket, a dark grey T-shirt and black jeans. She wore black strapped ankle boots. Steve turned the knob to the door and let himself and Violet in.
It was a small place, sort of cramped and a little messy. Violet looked around and then caught a whiff of the air.
“It smells disgusting,” she waved the air in front of her nose.
“He is a man,” Steve said as he continued looking around. Violet saw something on top of the fridge.
“Hey, Rogers, check it out,” she said as she pulled down a journal. She handed it to him and he opened it cautiously. They both looked at it, but Violet felt someone behind her. She turned around and saw him standing there.
They made eye contact instantly. Bucky found himself looking Violet up and down, stopping at her equally blue eyes. He had recognized her from somewhere he just didn’t know where. His numerous memory-wipes led him to forget not only important people and things, but what beauty was. During the time he had stayed on the down low, he started remembering, but it wasn’t until he saw Violet (again) that the definition of “beauty” started coming back to him again.
“Understood,” Steve said into his com.
“Steve,” Violet whispered, “Steve turn around.”
Steve turned around and Bucky’s eyes averted to Steve’s.
“Do you know who I am?” He asked.
“You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum. And…you’re…Vi…” he struggled to remember Violet’s name. They had briefly met when SHIELD fell to HYRDA, but it wasn’t enough to let him remember her name.
“Violet,” she told him.
“Violet,” he repeated. That’s right. Violet. Ever since he left Steve on the river, he had grown to like violets. At one point he bought violets seeds and planted them in a pot. He took care of them, but eventually he couldn’t anymore. No matter how much he gave them sunlight and water, they wilted, so he gave up on them.
“They’ve set a perimeter,” Sam said through the com.
“I know you’re nervous, you have plenty reason to be…But you’re lying,” Steve stated.
“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore,” Bucky told the two.
“They’re entering the building,” Sam said with a careful tone.
“Steve, hurry up, we don’t have time,” Violet hissed.
“The people who think you did are coming here now. And they aren’t planning on taking you alive,” Steve told his friend.
“That’s smart. Good strategy,” Bucky started putting his stuff down. Violet’s heart broke. It was obvious he was miserable, but she didn’t think he was so miserable that he didn’t mind dying. Her views on life changed when her fiancé died. She cherished it, and was grateful for it. If they got out of there before the German special forces arrived, she promised she would talk to him.
“They’re on the roof. I’m compromised,” Sam panicked.
“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve said with desperation.
“It always ends in a fight,” Bucky said as he took a glove off his left hand.
“You pulled me from the river! Why?” Steve started getting frustrated.
“I don’t know,” Bucky answered with uncertainty.
“I call bullshit on that one,” Violet whispered to herself, but it was clear Bucky heard it. He sent her a cold glare, but she sent it right back.
“Steve!” Violet yelled, showing her fear. She only had two pistols, which Steve taught her how to use, but she was still ill-prepared. Violet was just a civilian. She had no special abilities. Of course she was terrified for life. Bucky noticed this immediately.
“Yes you do,” he replied and less than a millisecond later, the door busted down, and German special forces invaded the room. Violet shot her pistol at one of them, and then got down on the floor for safety.
Two grenades were thrown, one at Steve’s shield, and one at Bucky’s foot. Violet gasped and grabbed the one that landed on the floor after hitting Steve’s shield and threw it outside high into the air. She thanked herself for playing softball in high school. It exploded in the air, the ashes raining down on the buildings. When she turned back around, Steve was on the floor, Bucky punching the floor next to his head. She saw as Bucky took out a black backpack and flung out the doorway where Violet was, barely missing her face. It landed on the building below theirs.
“I guess I missed some stuff,” she thought to herself. She ran back inside, only to be shielded by Bucky’s arm from being shot. He grabbed Violet’s waist and used her feet to kick several policemen in the face. He set her down and pushed her out of the crossfire. Steve and Bucky continued fighting, and Violet watched from behind the table.
The next thing she knew, Steve was being pushed into the window, and Bucky punched through his door with his metal fist. He crashed through it, knocking several policemen back. Violet stood up, now seeing that the now trashed room was completely empty. She ran after him, going back into the stairwell, however, Bucky was already making his way down the stairs. Steve came from behind her, and glared at the German policeman nervously talking into his walkie on the floor.
“What do I do?” Violet asked.
“Stay put,” Steve said and ran down the stairs after Bucky.
“Stay put?! No way!” She protested. She ran after the super soldiers down the stairs, and fortunately, she didn’t have to deal with any of the special forces because they were knocked out by the time she got to each landing. When she finally caught up with them, Bucky had already knocked down another door and ran through the corridor and off the building.
“BUCKY!” Violet yelled in concern. Steve turned to her.
“I thought I said to stay put,” he told her.
“You know damn well I can’t do that.” Violet pointed accusingly at him. Without a word he ran out the same way Bucky did, Violet close on his heels. He stopped at the railing and saw Bucky fighting someone in a black cat suit.
“Who the hell is that?” Violet asked.
“About to find out,” Steve answered as he jumped off the building and landed on the next one.
“STEVE! WHAT NOW?! I CANT JUMP!” Violet yelled.
“STAY PUT THIS TIME WOULD YA?” He yelled back and ran in the same direction as Bucky and Cat-Man ran in.
“I freaking hate you Steve Rogers,” Violet turned back around and went back into the stairwell. She ran down all flights, and then left the building. She saw a man getting off his motorcycle and ran up to him.
“Hey! Can I borrow this? Thanks!” She said as she grabbed his helmet and got on without giving him a chance to protest. She started the engine and sped off, hoping she would find where the three men ran off to. She eventually went in a tunnel and sped around cars and trucks.
About a mile ahead, she saw Bucky jump down from an opening, and then continue running in the same direction of all of the cars. Cat-Man soon followed after and she saw Steve jump down too. She approached Steve and turned to him.
“GET ON!” She said and he swiftly hopped on. Violet sped up and saw that Bucky knocked someone off of their motorcycle and got on.
Cat-Man (she now assumed it was a panther because of the black color of the suit), was still chasing him, but he was much too fast.
“Speed up will ya?” Steve shouted.
“This is as fast as I can go without losing control!” Violet exclaimed. Steve reached around Violet and put his hands over hers. Violet slowly slipped her hands away, giving Steve full control of the bike. He sped up, nearly catching up with his friend and Panther dude.
Eventually, black panther dude caught up to Bucky and tackled him off of the motorcycle.
“Hang on tight,” Steve said.
“To what?” Violet asked, but before she got the answer, Steve wrapped an arm around her waist and jumped off of the motorcycle, gracefully landing on the road and running to the incapacitated Bucky. Violet came unscathed from the whole mess. She took off the helmet she was wearing, shaking her hair out and dropping it quickly. Bucky’s heart beated a little faster at the sight. Violet attempted to go to him, but was abruptly cut off by none other than Rhodey swooping in and landing in front of her, repulsers aimed at Steve and Bucky.
“STAND DOWN NOW!” He ordered. Violet looked behind her and saw the special forces aiming at them.
“Congratulations Captain, you’re a criminal.” Rhodey said to Steve. He turned to Violet as she hung her head in slight shame.
“You’re clean Vi. Don’t worry,” he said. Violet looked up as Bucky was cuffed and forced to the ground. A look of pain and concern washed Over her face. Then her eyes averted to Panther dude’s. He reached up and took off his mask, revealing himself as T'Challa, new king of Wakanda. Her previous expression was exchanged for one of shock.
“Your highness,” Rhodey addressed him. T'Challa didn’t respond. He just stared menacingly at Steve. Steve returned his stare with an icy glare of his own.
Violet watched as Bucky, Steve, T'Challa and Sam (who arrived late) were loaded into armed trucks and driven off. She stood next to Rhodey in silence.
“Tony is going to be disappointed in you,” he remarked.
“I don’t care,” she said softly.
“What were you even doing with them?” Rhodey asked.
“I was just trying to help,” Violet defended herself. “Steve’s my friend, you know.”
“And? It’s too dangerous for you to do this,” Rhodey sighed.
“I don’t CARE! I just wanted to help Steve find Bucky! I went in fully aware I could’ve gotten hurt, but I don’t care! They’re friends, and now that Steve has lost everyone he loves, he needs Bucky,” she explained.
“I’m putting you on a plane back home,” Rhodey said.
“No,” Violet said assertively. She was not leaving, not at a time like this.
“You’re going home Vi, you don’t have a choice,” Rhodey said.
“I am NOT going home! I demand to see Tony, now,” Violet said. She turned on her heels and stalked off to a police car that was waiting. She knew it was for her, to take her to the same facility that the rest were being taken to.
She stepped inside and slammed the car door shut.
“Please go now,” she crossed her arms and looked out the window. The car moved forward, off to the next nightmare.
“There will never be a moment when I don’t love him. I’ve stopped questioning it.” Y/N took at flower and started to remove the petals slowly, one by one. “He always said I was the light of his life” she looked at Poe and smiled. “I guessed I wasn’t that strong to bright in the darkness of his soul”
Poe only nodded and threw a rock into the pound. “If he came back for you, will you go with him?”
Y/N snorted and shook her head. “He knew where I was. He had a lot of time to came for me. But I guess…” she trailed off removing the last petal of the flower. “He never truly loved me”
The next day, Steve, Sam and Bucky continued discussing the battle strategy while Violet went out to get some groceries.
When she came back, she was a little taken off guard that Bucky was the only one to help her with the groceries. He wanted to make it up to her for scaring her and yelling at her. Not only that, but Sam told him earlier that morning,
“Today’s lesson is: show her you care. If she likes something, talk to her about it. Show her you care about things she likes. Not only that, but show you care about her as a person too.”
Bucky had nodded and thought of ways he could apply the lesson that day. Helping out with groceries seemed like a good way to start.
After they finished bringing in the groceries, Bucky continued the battle plans with Steve and Sam and Violet went outside to read a book (not the winter soldier one). Eventually Bucky was getting tired of arguing about a certain part of the plan and went to get some fresh air. He spotted Violet sitting on a lawn chair reading some book. She seemed thoroughly invested in it. He heard light music, which was probably from the radio next to her. “Show her you care.” Bucky repeated the lesson in his head. “Okay. I can do that. I think.”
He walked down the steps and approached Violet sitting on the lawn chair in the grassy field. She had on a pair of sunglasses, which she probably bought while she was out, and had her long legs crossed while she flipped a page of the book every couple of seconds.
“Hey,” Bucky said. Violet looked up from her book and gave Bucky a small smile. She lifted her sunglasses up and propped them on her head.
“Hey, what’s up?” She asked him.
“Not much. I was getting bored of battle strategies so I decided to get some air. What are you reading?” Bucky told her.
“Oh, just some book I picked up at the bookstore. It’s really good. Kinda cheesy, like princesses and kingdoms and stuff,” Violet shrugged as she closed it.
“But it’s still pretty good.”
“Sounds interesting. Tell me more,” Bucky pulled up a lawn chair and sat next to her. Violet put the book against Bucky’s chest.
“You can read it yourself if you wanna find out more,” she smirked at him. Bucky took the book and inspected the cover. Book covers had definitely gotten much more elaborate since the 40s.
Suddenly the radio said something excitedly in German, and Violet turned her head toward as the DJ said “Ed Sheeran”. Then, ‘Thinking Out Loud’ began playing. It was a sweet melody and Violet smiled at the beautiful sound filling her ears.
“Mmm, I love this song,” she said. Bucky looked up from the book and looked at her.
“I’ve never heard music like this before. But…it’s pretty nice,” Bucky told her.
“Of course it is! It’s Ed Sheeran,” Violet smiled at him. He liked one of her favorite artists now. Bucky on the other hand, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Is that like a new genre? Things are definitely weird in this century,” he thought.
“What’s Ed Sheeran?” He asked her. Violet let out a small laugh. It was music to Bucky’s ears, more than this new song he liked.
“Ed Sheeran is the person singing, silly. He’s the artist.” Violet giggled. Bucky sighed and a smile appeared on his face.
“Of course. That makes more sense,” he shook his head in embarrassment. Violet stood up and stuck her hand out for Bucky to grab.
“Care to dance?” She asked him. Sam and Steve had come on of the apartment to see what Violet was laughing about.
“Uh, I don’t know how,” Bucky hesitated.
“Come on I’ll show you!” Violet pulled him out of the chair and away from the chairs. The grass tickled Violet’s bare legs as she ran with Bucky. The sunlight fell perfectly on her hair, and the dandelion fluff was sprinkled around her. She looked like a princess. Bucky gaped at her. She grabbed his hands and set them up for a waltz.
Bucky looked back at the apartment, hoping Sam or Steve would help him out, but they just smiled at him and gave him an encouraging thumbs up.
“Ready?” She asked. But before Bucky could answer, she started leading him around the field. She laughed when Bucky would try to spin her but failed or when he misstepped. She told him not to worry, they were just having fun. But Bucky was determined to actually learn and dance correctly. He knew he used to go dancing before HYDRA, so he must remember how to do certain moves, but he hasn’t been able to tap into that part of his memory.
After a couple more songs, he finally figured out the pattern and decided to take the lead. Violet was surprised when she went to go one direction, but Bucky pulled her another way.
He lead her gracefully around the field area, spinning her occasionally. At one point, she put her head on his chest. Bucky looked up but then diverted his gaze to Steve and Sam and smiled. They gave him a “You’re doing great!” thumbs ups and smiled widely. After some time, the song started to come to an end, so Bucky slowed down the dancing. Bucky brought them to a stop as the song ended. Violet curtsied.
“That was fun,” she beamed at him.
“Yeah it was. It’s been so long since I’ve danced,” Bucky rubbed his arm.
“You’re good at it. You should do it more often,” Violet told him.
“Only if you’re my partner,” Bucky blurted out. Violet started blushing furiously and hid her face in her shoulder. She smiled at what he said. Meanwhile Bucky face palmed himself.
“I’m so sorry…” he started.
“No no it’s okay! I thought it was sweet,” Violet told him.
“Can I show you something?” He suddenly said. Violet quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
“Okay, sure,” she said.
“Close your eyes,” Bucky told her.
“Why?” She put her hands on her hips.
“Because it’s a surprise,” he told her. Violet rolled her eyes and closed them.
“Okay hold on,” Bucky said. He ran and got the red book from the condo and came back. Sam and Steve watched all of this confusion. What was Bucky planning?
Violet felt Bucky grab her hand and start walking. She followed him and followed him until he told her to stop.
“Can I open up my eyes now?” She asked him.
“Wait, wait…okay. You can open them,” Bucky told her. Violet opened her eyes and her jaw dropped. He had led her to a beautiful part of the country side near a stream, with flowers everywhere and trees surrounding them. It was beautiful.
“This is incredible!” Violet gasped. She turned around, taking in the gorgeous scenery. Bucky stood with the book behind his back and waited for her to face him. As she finished her 360, her eyes landed on Bucky.
“How did you find this?” She asked him.
“Couldn’t sleep last night. I came out here and wandered out to this place. I thought you’d like it,” he explained.
“I don’t like it…,” Violet told him. Bucky felt his heart drop.
“I LOVE it!” Violet continued. Bucky looked up at her and smiled.
“I also wanted to…ahem…give you this…” Bucky brought the book out from his back. The red one. Violet was sort of expecting flowers or food, but the book? She was pleasantly shocked.
“I thought–” she started.
“You seem genuinely interested in it. I trust you, so I want you to have it,” he handed it over to her.
“Uh…I don’t think I can read it since I don’t understand Russian,” she gave a nervous laugh as she flipped it open. Bucky got an idea.
“I can teach you,” he said before he actually thought about it. Violet looked at him with a “Really? Are you kidding me?” expression.
“If you want,” Bucky scratched the back of his head. Violet’s expression dissolved into a blank one.
“I would love to, but are you sure?” Violet asked.
“If I wasn’t then I wouldn’t have offered,” Bucky pointed out. Violet shrugged.
“Touché,” she said. She sat down on the rock they stood on and flipped to a certain page. Bucky sat down next to her.
“Okay, what’s this word?” She pointed a random word on the page.
“Mesyats,” he said simply. There was something about Bucky flawlessly speaking Russian that Violet just found very attractive.
“Mesi-ahts,” she repeated slowly. “Say it again,” she commanded.
“Mesyats,” he said it again.
“What does it mean?” Violet asked.
“Month,” Bucky replied.
“Mesyats,” she breathed out. She said it perfectly. Bucky chuckled as she looked so blown away by a simple word in Russian.
From behind them, Sam and Steve watched as the two sat and read the book together. Once in awhile Violet would burst out laughing, and Bucky would just smile at her.
“Show Her You Care? Check,” Sam nodded his head.
“I’ve never seen him smile like that before,” Steve folded his arms as a small smile lingered on his lips.
“It’s called love, buddy. Look it up,” Sam patted Steve’s back. Sam walked away and Steve followed him.
Bucky and Violet spent the whole afternoon in their little nook together, smiling and laughing without a care in the world.
A/n I literally did like 3 different spin-off scenes from BatB here, but EH it works! I really enjoyed writing this one! Sam is obviously like Lumiere and Steve is kinda like Cogsworth, but I sense some Mrs. Potts too. Thank you all for reading!! Stay tuned!
an incredibly stylish sylvari stands before you. she’s beaming with confidence and charisma - you could swear it’s literally shining off of her. she gets in close when she speaks to you, and there’s a twinkle in her eye. you’re not sure if you’re being courted, or if she’s just like that.