thekidfrombrooklyn: (bucky - look at me)
Steven G. Rogers ([personal profile] thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2012-11-01 10:14 pm

OOM: post-Slenderman

It's obvious, from the moment they step out of the cave, that the oppressive evil that had held the bar captive is gone. The night is clear, with only a few wisps of clouds to drift over the waning moon; there are nocturnal but benign creatures stirring in the woods; but more than that, it just feels different, lighter and sweeter in every sense. Magical. A good magic, white magic.

Steve keeps an arm around Bucky as they walk, though he suspects Bucky will be better soon. All he has to do is breathe.
nerves_of_ice: (steve & bucky: you look and I look back)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Good idea."

He picks up the boot, eyeing it critically, then renews his efforts on one particular seam.

"Not yet, no. I did tell him you wanted to meet him. He's not up for it."

Bucky looks at Steve.

"Hinted that he's worried about attracting the wrong kind of attention if the two of you are noticed together."
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: small remembering smile)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Could be, given what he was reading the first time I ran into him."

He shrugs.

"I'm okay with being the go-between if you're good with it. The stuff he gave us last time was useful, and if this's anywhere close..."

Bucky's smile appears, small but real.

"Besides. When it comes to sneaking around, I am better at it than you."
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: shirtless with tags)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He grins.

"We'll work on it. Don't know that we'll be able to do anything about hiding that shield of yours, though."

Bucky examines the boot again, deems it satisfactory, and puts it on the floor before starting on the other one.

"But that's okay."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly. There's something to be said for letting HYDRA know Captain America's coming for them, not to mention everyone else."


He doesn't answer Steve's question at first, giving all his attention to the seam he's working on.

"Depends, I guess. We came in together on this one, right? So..."

Bucky glances up at him.

"... when were you thinking to head back?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: bruised but not broken)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
He nods.




"Tomorrow it is, then."
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: small remembering smile)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles, a little.






"Remember when we were kids, telling each other ghost stories in the dark after lights-out?"
nerves_of_ice: (steve & bucky: conversation over drinks)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course we never really believed them, or so we all said, but it didn't matter."

His smile grows.

"Because we both knew we'd have each other's back if anything came after us. And that was enough."

A beat.

"I'm not going to say no, don't come back. But it's okay, either way."
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: shirtless with tags)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," Bucky confirms.

Another beat, and a wry grin.

"Who knows, by the time you get back, I might even have finally gotten the last of the chocolate out of my boots."
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: smiling soldier boy)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-04 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs, and claps Steve on the shoulder.

"Count on it."

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