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

When Steve sat up as fast as he did Bucky was able to follow his movements easily and shook his head. They won't. It wasn't the first time I left them, Bucky admitted quietly, though he didn't completely remember the details of the excursion he'd taken. I think. I mean, bits and pieces have come back. And there was one mission. I finished it and then... there was this place in the distance. I could see the Ferris Wheel, the outline of it. And I left. I was supposed to go back to the base but I couldn't. I just. There was something. And then I just stayed on Coney Island until they came and got me. He sat up slowly, his gaze looking over Steve's face, searching for any sign of familiarity. It meant something didn't it? Coney Island. There something there that happened or it was important to us... before the war? he asked, lost blue eyes searching Steve's. He wanted to ask Steve about Phil. The way he choked up saying the man's name had a sensation bubbling in his chest he wasn't used to. He swallowed, trying to place it. He wanted to unburden Steve. Let him talk it out and get his emotions out. He wondered if Steve used to talk about him like that... with a lump in his throat. He'd say his name and have to take a moment to gather himself up. He wasn't sure how to approach the subject so he just and shifted a bit, turning so he was facing more towards the other man. Who was Phil? He asked, the way Steve got choked up made him feel like the other was no long with them. Part of him even wanted to put his arms around Steve in a comforting fashion. Bucky looked down to their hands when Steve held his and he turned their hands a bit. Watching how their skin looked side by side. It was another sensation he found a sense of enjoyment from. Skin to skin contact. He tried to think of the last time this had happened which didn't include some form of violence. His brain came up empty. Can you talk about times before the war? he asked. Hoping it would jog some good memories. He wanted more good ones. Majority of them had been from his more recent trials as the Winter Soldier under Hydra then memories from James Barnes. All I remember... it's cold. I just remember cold and ice and fear and anger, he sighed, turning his gaze away as he tried to put his thoughts into words to relay what he was feeling to Steve. I just want to remember something happy, he mumbled and let his gaze lock onto to Steve again. I know you said I can't be him again and I understand that. But I was him... and I want to remember being good. Doing good and not being just a weapon. You and me, he agreed, his lips curving into a bit of a smile though it felt weird. It had been so long since he smiled but Steve's words gave him a sense of confidence he could become more than just Hydra's discarded, broken weapon. I won't, he shook his head, eyes searching Steve's. His body had an instinct in that moment. One he had not been prepared for. You and me against the world... it's been like that before right? He wanted to ask something else but he wasn't sure how it would be received. And he wondered if he was getting... wrong instincts just because Steve was here and willing to help him.