Thread: The Asset - Avengers (Moon Struck Fox & Defiant)

Steve was completely unaware of what the wrappers where doing to Bucky, fortunately he unwrapped the bar and dropped it on the ground, minimizing the noise, gulping the bars down in fast, sharp bites. he ate six of them before he deemed himself done, or maybe that was because he ran out, he did save two for Bucky. he always saved something for Bucky. it was an ingrained habit from childhood. save something for Bucky, a piece of his mothers cake, a piece of the chocolate bar he managed to steal without anyone noticing, the dollar h'd found on the ground. the bullets for their guns, the bandages in his pocket, the whiskey in the bottle, the cigarettes they handed out to all the soldiers that Steve had never really liked the taste of. always save something fr Bucky, it was something he had done, even without Bucky being there. he had a feeling Sam had noticed, but no one else seamed to have. Steve jerked as well, startled by the sudden call of his name, he had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed the other coming up. he hadn't responded to Bucky having a car, he had a feeling it wasn't really Bucky's. where would a Hydra assassin only recently free get a car? especially when said person had died in nineteen forty four. he smiled at Sam and moved over to him a little when the man paused and raised his hands. he could only imagine what was going through his friends head. 'Steve's gone mad, i'll have to have him admitted' or 'i am never going to forgive Steve for this' or maybe even 'if i run away now, maybe i'll still be alive in the morning'. well, Steve had always had an active imagination. hey Sam, thanks for coming to get me. sorry about the surprise, i was lost in thought, didn't hear you show up. he explained before sighing a little. he should have known Sm would be having trouble with this. Natasha was unlikely to like it much either and Ton was going to chew his ass out as soon as Natasha told him. he was decided though, Bucky was his brother, his best friend, they had been through everything together. he had to try, he had to help Bucky. he had to make the effort even if there was no hope because if he didn't, then it was like letting him fall off that train all over again. he couldn't let Bucky fall again, especially since he had long realized, he had survived crashing a plane and being frozen for seventy years. he would most likely have survived jumping after Bucky. he could have saved Bucky and he hadn't because he was a coward and a failure. he had to do this, for himself, just as much as it was for Bucky. he did feel bad for Sam though, having the man who'd tried to kill you, right there. he had a feeling Sam wasn't used to stuff like that the way Steve was. it's not Protocol, it's social interaction. it's a greeting. Steve corrected, worried now. Bucky couldn't even remember what a handshake was? Bucky was the master of handshakes, well, he'd used to be. he had been suave, popular, he had shaken so many hands in his life that it had become an ingrained habit. he'd even shaken the ladies hands, something most of them had been pleasantly surprised by. he tensed when he heard Bucky explain what he had been thinking about that handshake an he had to force himself to calm down. he didn't want Bucky to think that there was any danger. that did sound pretty bad Sam. Steve teased, chuckling. i think you really need to look into getting laid if that's all you can think about in a time like this. it was nice to tease someone again. Sam would have fit in very well with the Commandos. i did not! i ate those before i called you! Steve lied, blush spanning across his cheeks. he was a bad, bad liar. we do talk a lot. Steve agreed with Bucky. it's something we like to do. it's fun. he admitted, wondering just how bad his social interactions really where. how much had Bucky lost to those monsters? handshakes, hugs, even conversation? how in the world was he supposed to help Bucky? he crawled into the back seat with Bucky, watching his once best friend before looking up at the mirror, eyes catching Sam's. he saw the others worry and acknowledged it, but his baby blue eyes burned with determination. there would be no talking Steve out of this decision. Thanks Sam. Steve said, smiling at him. he felt a bit bad for Sam too. he didn't want to slight Sam's friendship just because he had his old best friend back. he was going to have to do something nice to make it up to him. take him out drinking or something, Steve couldn't get Drunk but Sam was pretty fun when he was drunk. plus, he had an entire phone full of blackmail material, once he'd figured out how to take pictures anyway. he had yet to admit that he couldn't figure out how to find those pictures though. okay. Steve agreed, watching Bucky leave. i don't think he's upset, i think he just didn't like that he wasn't the one driving. he admitted. he knows who i am. he asked me for help. i can't not help him Sam, i... he took care of me, my whole life, it's my turn to take care of him now. i can't just give up n him because he's broken. i'm broken too, you know? i'm shattered inside and if i just give up on him without ever trying i'll never be able to forgive myself. it might not work, i might not be able to hlp, he might not be able to recover but i have to try, Sam. i have to try. he said, looking at Sam with wet eyes and his hands curled into trembling fists. heart slamming in his chest because he knew that this was going to be a long, hard road. even worse than fighting Hydra with a handful of people, worse than lingering in back alleys picking fights to prove he didn't need Bucky to always save him, worse than laying in a bed, wondering if that was what dying felt like. i'll call you if anything at all happens. i promise. i know your worried, but he can't do much to permanently hurt me anymore. if he gets violent, or breaks down or whatever i'll call you immediately. i won't take unnecessary risks and i won't be stupid about it. he promised, eve doing the three fingered Boyscout salute. Steve always kept his promises, he was a weird guy like that. it's going to be fine. he tried to reassure the other before he slipped out of the car and headed for his little house. Ton had bought it for him. it was one of the most secure houses in the world. it was a cute little white house with blue accents. there was a little white picket fence around the property and a large flower garden all around the property and along the house. it was adorable really. the American flag perched high on it's pole, flapping in the wind and Steve headed up to the gate, swinging it open and motioning Bucky to follow. Come on inside. he offered, pausing at the door to press his thumb to the middle of the doorknob, a small panel on the wall flipping over to reveal a punch pad that Steve tapped a code into. i'll add your thumbprint to the reader. Steve promised. and the code is 2637411. Steve explained when the door released with a soft puff. the inside was as quaint as the outside was. it was a good mix of modern and nineteen forties decor. comfortable and not too overwhelming for a man who had only just started to accept that he was in a new Era. Make yourself at home.