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: 916
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Colin Shea, Captain America, OFC “Lindsey”
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: This feels like it’s moving way too fast.
Zipping with the help of a pulley on a line between black snow topped mountains, we aim for the speeding train. The icy air bites at me as I follow a man in a red, white, and blue uniform. He lands on the train first, crouching low. I hit the car behind him, flattening myself against the bitter cold metal and wait for his signal.
The man motions me forward and I follow him down a ladder on the side of a train and into a car. Guns bark, sending bullets at us. We return fire. Bullets fly, buzzing like giant bees as they pass. A humming blast of light knocks us back and he lands on top of me. His hand squeezes my thigh, head tilting close enough for him to kiss me.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
The man gets to his feet and offers me a hand. I take it and let him help me get to mine as a high-pitched hum revs and vibrates around the train car. I grab his shield and stand between him and the large cannon alive with white light. Another blast knocks the shield from my hands, taking it out of a hole in the hull of the train. I grab for it, but end up falling, grabbing at a metal handle with my arm…my arm his human again…
“Hang on!” the man yells. He steps onto the massive piece of shrapnel barely attached to the train. He extends a red gloved hand my way. “Grab my hand, Buck!”
The worry, the pain, the love. It’s all there, written across his face as he beckons. Staring into his eyes, I reach. Not for him, but for us. I extend myself a little further. Almost there.
Snap! The metal bar I’m holding breaks free from the train.
I mumble, “Save yourself, Steve! I love you,” as I plummet further away…
I sit up, my lungs desperate to grab some air. Sweat is pouring off of my forehead and drenching my t-shirt. The sheets are twisted in one hand while I brush through my damp hair with the other. I blink and assimilate my surroundings.
Orange skewed squares press against the ceiling watching over me as always. Dark blank walls welcome me. Drips of water call out from the bathroom sink. It was another nightmare. A dreaded, confusing, and so very haunting realistic dream. As though I was living in that moment.
“You’re fantastic!” comes through the wall and joins in the fun.
“Where were you when I needed to stay awake?” I ask Lindsey through the wall.
Not the answer I was searching for, Lindsey.
I fall back onto the bed, propping my head up with my arm and listen to Lindsey’s praises of Colin’s skills and stare at the city lights on my ceiling. My mind keeps going back to that man. How I called him Steve. How it feels like I loved him with all my heart.
“It’s so big! I love it!”
That would be the one thing to peel my gaze from the plaster above and move it to the brick at my left. She could be talking about anything, but with how I am interpreting her praise…
“Colin, you’re a god…more, please.”
…I’m probably correct in my assumption.
Ugh. My stomach roils in guilt for even thinking about Colin in bed. Not when I was just pondering the supposed Steve—because the thought of him makes my heart thrum peacefully. Maybe my stomach is a churning, growling monster because Colin is with a her when he spent his time flirting with me today. Yesterday. Envious because he might not want me in the way I want him. Jealous because Lindsey has been giving him five-star reviews and I’m stuck with a one star arm.
“Ow! Colin! I hate that!”
“Sweetheart, if you don’t tell me what you like, I’m not gonna know what’s off-limits.”
Note to self.
Five in the morning arrives with little pomp and no circumstance—I neglected to buy an alarm clock yesterday. Lindsey and Colin finally wore themselves out. City sounds of distant cars and mewing cats took over about an hour ago. I’ve been fighting off sleep and the subsequent nightmares since.
At least I have the repetitive tedium of work to keep me awake in the mornings.
As I turn the key to lock my door and head off to work, 6A’s door pops open. Colin’s grin is a mischievous morning sun, accompanying a “Good morning, 6B.”
I’d gladly return the salutation, but I can’t find a word in my brain. The sight before me has wiped my memory—like I needed more of that—and I can’t function. Well, function beyond standing here with my chin on the floor and gawking like a fool at the Adonis next to me. A very naked Greek god. Naked but for that godawful red, yellow, and blue striped kitchen towel that dangles from his hand and covers his…
“Colin, are you coming back to bed?”
He bends over and picks up the morning edition of The Globe while I try to pick up my chin and wipe the line of drool from it. The newspaper taps against his forehead in a silent salutation. One eye winks and he disappears into his apartment, the door closing quickly.
“Good morning, Colin,” I say to the door then leave for work. It’s going to be a long day.
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