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

Steve stared back at him, wondering if he was supposed to be intimidated? it wasn't working if that was Bucky's intentions, it might have worked if he was still small, for a few seconds. he had always been a bullheaded asshole though so even when he was small and sick all the time he had never really been intimidated by anyone save his mother. even then it was more fear of having his hide tanned or his drawing things taken away than fear of her, herself. one thing that was different was that he didn't seam to be able to tell what Bucky was thinking anymore. not that it had been hard back then. mostly what Bucky had thought about, in Steve's opinion, had been women and annoyance that Steve was i yet another fight. not all that hard to figure out what he was thinking when those where the dominating thoughts really. he could only stand there and stare at his best friend, now that he was actually paying attention, Bucky looked like shit. Help? Steve asked, a little bit startled. he'd heard Bucky ask for help before, but he'd never heard an assassin ask for help. Clint, Natasha, even Fury. none of them ever asked for help. not ever. hell Fury had literally died and he hadn't even asked for help then. the one eyed bastard. so, this was somehow a mix of Bucky, but not really Bucky, and an assassin, who had somehow failed to be a proper assassin. it was kind of weird. still, Bucky was sitting, right there, asking for help. help that Steve could actually somewhat offer him. help that, what Steve couldn't give, his friend Sam could. they could help Bucky and fuck if Steve wasn't going to do everything he could to give his best friend that chance! he hesitated for a second before sitting down in the offered chair, watching Bucky sit back down, his head tilted. Bucky. i'm sorry. Steve admitted, the words echoing in his heart. he had said something similar to Sam. ' i just want to be who i used to be Sam ' that was what he'd said. now he repeated Sam's words back to Bucky. there is no being the man you once where. the Bucky i used to know, hasn't experienced all the hell and heartache you have experienced. you can't be Bucky from nineteen forty four anymore. you have to find a new balance and become someone new, someone you can be content being. trying to be the person you where? won't help you at all. he admitted. i'd know better than anyone. because he'd tried, god had he tried so hard to be the perfect captain America instead of the fucked up soldier he really was. you can't just shove everything that happened into a little box and pretend it didn't happen Buck. it's just not possible. he admitted, trying to be as soft and soothing as Sam was. he knew he was failing but he was trying his best. how about you come back to my house? it's a real nice place. you can meet my friend Sam. he's helped me through a lot of the problems your facing and he might even know the best way to help you get some of your memories back. he offered. you really need a shower and a shave and you look like you could use some fresh clothes and a hot meal. i'll make you your favorite? well, it used to be your favorite. he admitted. i have chocolate too. you know, chocolate costs a dollar seventy five now? but nearly every single person can afford it. it's really insane. and the moving pictures in the theaters? people have them in their homes now. they're called T.V.'s, short for Television. he admitted, smiling at James. they have this thing called a microwave too. you cook things in it, like in an oven, but in a third of the time. it's amazing. you can make a full bowl of popcorn in less than a minute. he wasn't sure how much of that Bucky knew, but he knew it was pretty damn amazing. considering they had once been poor enough they didn't have even a stove. come on. it'll be fun. i'll tell you stories about how you used to get me in trouble.