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: 1,704
Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea, Peggy Carter (Agent Carter/Margaret), Colonel Phillips
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 chapter is part three of that typing roll… While typing these chapters, I’ve been listening to both X-men: First Class and the Kingsman: The Secret Service musical scores. I can’t listen to any of the Cap/Avengers ones because I daydream instead of type. They both provide that intense-yet-action-filled feeling that any hero should have playing for them. Plus they’re both done by Henry Jackman…who is also responsible for both Winter Soldier and Civil War scores…
Inspiration for this chapter:
And my absolute favorite part of The First Avenger:
The hike through the foggy morning was tenuous, yet the feeling of freedom was exhilarating. Steve, me…the rest of the rescued…all emerging from behind enemy lines and marching into the base camp of the 107th. We stopped in the dead center of camp, surrounded by soldiers and tents flapping in the cool morning breeze.
Colonel Philips greeted us. And she walked from a tent, lips blazing red.
The colonel didn’t thank him, just mentioned something about having faith and storming off. He barked orders left and right. Medics took the wounded. The men dispersed and the three of us stood staring at each other. She smiled at Steve, turned, and left, sauntering off in her military skirt.
“Who was that?” I asked.
Steve’s eyes stayed with her. A guilty smirk took control of his face. “Peggy. She…fondues with Howard Stark.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Steve answered with a shrug.
Note to self: Find out what ‘fondue’ is French for and do it with Steve.
He faced me, hand landing on my shoulder with a playful shake. “I have you back,” he said and wrapped his arms around me.
That hug was quickly moved to private quarters where my best friend became my commanding officer in every way. The celebration lasted from night into morning into a day, into two days. Just my buddy, Steve, and me as it always has been. As it should always be. That red distracting smile nowhere in sight.
A week later, we traveled to London to assemble a group to take out Hydra’s weapon division. The Howling Commandos and us in a hidden little pub popular with military men. Just us guys hanging out, getting to know one another. Steve went to the bar and I followed.
“I can’t believe you’re going to follow Captain America into battle,” he said, leaning into the bar on his elbows.
“I’m not,” I said. “That little guy from Brooklyn who never gave up? I’m with him.”
We toasted some shots, arms slung around each other like best friends about to break out into song on New Year’s Eve. The drinks fall back into our mouths, mine burning a trail down my throat. I was about to kiss him when his gaze caught something over his shoulder. His arm dropped and he backed away from me.
It was her. Steve made a quick introduction, giving me her name—Peggy Carter, the woman in red. I tried to introduce myself, but every word from my mouth fell on deaf ears. I was invisible to both of them as they flirted with each other, making dates, making plans as though I never returned from the stint behind enemy lines.
Peggy walked out of the pub. Steve’s head cleared and he made it like all was right in the world again. And I played along with him, not quite sure if she held some sort of mind control over him. Maybe something the government instituted when they turned him from that tenacious kid I loved to the super soldier beside me as a means of holding the ultimate control over his actions.
Late that evening, Steve took it upon himself to see the very drunken DumDum home from the pub with the help of our friend, Frenchie. I said my goodbyes and promised to meet Steve back at the base.
There was just one stop I had to make first.
In the outskirts of London, sat a darkened neighborhood. Few cars were parked along the streets. The neighborhood was kept dark upon orders in case of a night air raid. The houses barely had lights on themselves, maybe a few candles in windows here and there. Half way down Birch Tree Walk, I found the address I was searching for.
The small cottage sat quiet. A small oil lamp illuminated the lacy curtains in the window. A tall man in a pressed shirt and pants was at the door, hat in hand. He appeared to be British military with the uniform of an officer in the making, medals pinned to his chest. He was busy chatting with a brunette, her lips as bright red in the dark as they were during the day.
She leaned forward and placed a swift kiss on the man’s cheek. He turned and practically marched his way down the sidewalk, snapping a sharp right onto the main road. I waited behind the tree across the street until the man disappeared around the far corner.
Keeping to the shadows, I ran across the street and stepped over the knee-high fence, plastering myself against the large tree in the front yard the second I saw Peggy in the front window. She twisted the wick on the lamp until the light vanished and she disappeared into the dark of the house. I snuck around the cobblestone path to the rear yard, peering into window after window as I went. Notes accumulated in my head. She seemed to be the only one home, Peggy herself heading into the bedroom and shutting the door.
I checked a few windows on the opposite side of the small house and I felt like the luckiest man on earth when one opened with ease—she should really lock her windows. I hoisted myself up and through the window, sliding head first, being as stealthy as possible. My hands landed flat on the floor and I snaked the rest of the way into the room. Once my feet were clear of the sill, I pushed myself up.
A barrel of a gun was staring at my nose. The click of the safety releasing tore through the fabric of silence covering the room. Finger ready on the trigger.
“What are you doing here?” Peggy asked with a glint of a dare in her eyes, keeping the gun steady.
I swallowed down the terse knot in my throat. Slowly I moved until I was resting on my knees, hands up at my shoulders. Fingers spread wide, “I need to talk to you. That’s all.”
“What would we possibly have to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?”
Another click resounded as she set the safety on the gun and lowered it until it was pointing at the floor. She seemed genuinely worried about him, her voice trembling as she posed her questions. “Captain Rogers? Is he hurt?”
“He’s fine. Healthier than he’s ever been in his whole life.”
A breath of relief wisped from her lips. Her hand fluttered to her heart as though she was trying to stop it from pounding. “Then what is it you feel is so important you broke into my family’s home in the middle of the night to tell me.”
“When you’re around, I cease to exist.”
Her pink tongue touches her red lips as she fights back a smile. “So…he…likes me?”
I get to my feet, head shaking at her joy. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing with his heart, but you need to stop.”
“Excuse me. Game?”
A frustrated breath hits the air and I accused with a pointed finger, “Everyone knows you…you…fondue with Stark.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t fon-aything with Howard Stark.”
“Captain Rogers misunderstood that discussion in the plane. As for who I have an interest in, it’s none of your concern, Sergeant Barnes.”
“But it is of my concern. I’ve been the one taking care of Steve. Our whole lives, I’ve been the one protecting him…there for him when he needed a shoulder…”
Peggy’s hands planted on her hips, her head up and jaw stern. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Steve is capable of taking care of himself now. I’m sure he can handle making his own decisions.”
She called him Steve.
As Peggy stares me down, her hands loosen from her waist, dropping free. Her hard gaze turns soft, almost sympathetic. “You love him, don’t you?”
I turn away before her scrutinous gaze can read anything else. “Just leave Steve alone, Peggy. He already has someone who cares for him more than life itself. You’re going to do nothing but confuse him.”
Before she could respond, I bolted. The front door hit the wall behind it with a house jarring BOOM and I took off into the night. I had one week to prove my love to him, one week before the mission in the Alps, one week to beat out SSR Agent Peggy Carter as far as Steve’s heart was concerned.
“That week I shared with Steve was the best one we’ve ever had. Then the train mission, and I don’t remember anything after that…until the incident in DC.”
Colin has been listening to me talk for the past few hours. With a kind ear and big heart, he sits, chin in hand, at his kitchen table while I pace around the room and reenact the first concrete memory I’ve had since…
Well, outside of my dreams anyway.
“That explains why you ignored me and just daydreamed on the bus ride home.” He takes a few breaths that border on a heavy sigh. “Okay, so you remember this Peggy Carter. I’ll add her to our must find list. Maybe she’ll remember something. Otherwise…”
Colin falls completely silent, his lips pressing together. Those puppy dog eyes are ever so sad. He takes to rubbing through the stubble on his chin with his finger and thumb like a man in deep thought, though he’s a shallow pool. I could probably guess everything he has in his mind right now.
“You don’t know if you can find Steve,” I say, sitting across from him.
“Steve Rogers. The Captain America. We might know his name, but finding an address, a phone number…being he’s a government operative…” Colin stops fidgeting and stares at me. “…I’d have an easier time finding information on Jake Adams, iii—the man who owns half of Boston—than I would your Steve. It will be near impossible.”
I never once thought it would be easy to track him down. I don’t accept missions lightly. “I understand.”
“In the meantime, we have Peggy Carter to find. Let’s hope she’s still alive and can give us something about you or him.”
Ending Notes: Thank you fro reading! The images are my own, screenCAPped from my copies of Captain America: The First Avenger. The gifs were found on giphy.com