Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.
Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)
Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.
Chapter word count: 1,009
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Colin Shea, Guy in 4D, Bandit (the dog)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Notes: Chapter one of two I’m posting this week since I was too busy to post last week.
If I never see a cup of coffee again…
Granted, I reek of coffee right now. The scent wafts in a three-foot radius around me like an invisible dust cloud. I just want to get upstairs, shower, and decide where I can start looking for information about myself and that man claiming to be my friend.
As I walk home, I barely notice the chilly autumn air nipping at my cheeks. Beyond the idea of de-coffee-ing and my mission, Colin has been taking over my mind. The distraction of the day, wearing that t-shirt advertising “Free Licks” and that playful grin more appropriate for a porno than a coffee shop.
Shit. Note to self: Mission is get information. Forget Colin.
Once I get inside my building, I have my mind clear. I stop at the mailbox in the wall and check my mail. Part of my disguise as a normal citizen. It’s not like I get any mail, seeing as I’ve not had a real life. I’ve considered mailing myself…Oooo…Pizza coupons. Okay, that was worth it.
Oh, fuck me. Impossible. Yet undeniable. The drawing out of every consonant in my name. That deep velvety voice. His warm minty breath brushes across the back of my neck. I stop breathing, thinking, and trying not to show any reaction whatsoever. He has no effect on me.
Except he has every effect on me.
“Or should I say, ‘Hey, 6B.” Colin reaches around me and sticks a key into the 6A box. He leans his body into mine as he fishes out a stack of envelopes and newspaper inserts from his mailbox. He shuts the door and locks the box.
“How could you have possibly known my address?” Stealth needs to become my first name.
“I come from a family of cops. I naturally dig up information on people.” His eyebrows lift as he nods towards the flyer in my hand. “Resident, apartment 6B…Anthony’s is the best pizza in the neighborhood.”
My eyes touch the door of the brass mailbox. 6A. This is Mr. Stamina. Also known as Lindsey’s boyfriend-client-lover. The consummate flirt with the nine-hour stamina. Colin. The mere thought…
“Nice meeting you. Again,” I say with a slight crack in my voice. A major misstep. I clear my throat and try again. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” I cringe at the sheer idiocy coming from my mouth and take off for the stairs.
“Who?” Colin asks as he runs to catch up.
I start up the steps. “Your girlfriend? I met her this morning.”
A deep laugh bounces from wall to wall like a small rubber ball gone crazy. “Oh, her? She’s just a friend. Nothing like a no-strings get together, right?”
His hand lands on my metal shoulder. I glance his way and notice his eyebrows waggling. “I suppose not.”
“So, welcome to the building. I hope you got the memo about going on the roof.”
“According to the flyer slipped under my door, it’s off limits.” It doesn’t escape my notice that his hand is still on my shoulder and is squeezing it gently as he walks beside me.
The door for apartment 4D opens as we step onto the fourth floor. A large brown mutt steps into the hall, tethered to his owner by a leash. The large dog almost grins behind the red handkerchief tied around his neck. His tail wags once as we pass each other. His owner yanks the black leash and the dog drops his head and follows.
We’re halfway up to five when Colin removes his hand over my shoulder and peeks over the railing. “Something is up with 4D and his dog. I have them on Google Alert, but the name ‘Bandit’ for the dog nets me nothing but small town articles about general store robberies.” He shakes a finger in the air and adds, “I promise I will find out what is going on. In the meantime, if you see anything…unusual…about 4D, let me know.”
“Sure. What are Google Alerts?” And does he have any on me.
His laugh again—my heart skips a beat as it rings out. Colin grabs his left pec in this fit of laughter. “Oh, Buck. That’s a good one. I had no idea you were so funny.”
We reach our doors on the sixth floor, Colin in front of 6A and I’m 6B. Our keys slide into the locks and turn. Click sings in unison and our doors swing in sync towards our shared wall.
“Well, Buck.” I’m beginning to think he likes to say my name like it’s pure sex. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate.”
A sloppy salute flings from his forehead. He disappears into his apartment, leaving me to stare at the brass 6A on the off-white door.
Frustrated air whooshes from me as I walk into my apartment. My jacket lands on the hook near the door. I pull the band from my hair and toss it into the bathroom before jogging down the steps. The stench of coffee is going to stick with me a moment longer. I kick off my shoes and flop on my bed.
Mission One: Research Bucky Barnes. Me. Supposedly. There has to be some sort of information about my past out there. The name Barnes has brought me to Boston, but the real question remains. Can I find myself here?
I intend to at least figure out how Mission Two and I are related.
Mission Two: Navy and white paramilitary uniform. You’re my friend, the Man in Blue proclaimed.
Friend is an amusing concept. For the life of me, there are no friends in what memories I have. There’s barely an account of how I got onto that helicarrier in the first place. If only the Avengers weren’t nesting in New York right now, I’d have answers and Mission Three wouldn’t be an issue.
Mission Three: Get Colin. Either out of my system or into my bed for a night.
That part has yet to be determined, though.
End Notes: Thanks for reading!