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: 1,200
Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea
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: There is just something about Bucky that keeps the story more serious than not. Poor guy.
Inspiration: What’s Your Number?…I always LOVED the rooftop moment when Ally and Colin stare at each other. I used to scream at my screen…”Kiss her!”
Colin opens his apartment door wide and grins like the devil I knows lurks inside of him. “Hey, 6B.” he says, answering the door fully clothed
Can’t say I’m not disappointed. I was hoping for a godawful towel in his hand rather than the t-shirt and jeans he’s wearing. The thick jacket he’s wearing covers most of his torso. I’m missing those biceps flexing as he moves.
He glances around his apartment and points to the glass door along the brick wall between our half of the landing and 6A’s half of the landing. “We should probably go on up.”
He’s acting more like a government operative than his normal carefree self. I glance into his apartment, fully expecting to see a “Lindsey” sitting on his couch, half-naked, smoking a cigarette, but his apartment is empty. Colin fidgets with something in his hands and glances at the window, nervous about something.
“If you don’t mind the fact I reek of coffee right now.”
“As a matter of fact…” Colin’s head dips a little so his nose is against my black jacket and he inhales deeply. “…I think you smell delicious. Buck.”
Note to self.
Colin shoves past me into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. He leads the way, taking the longest, most rapid steps possible. I pick up a slight jog to keep up with him. He grabs the black knob on the door and pulls, allowing me to pass him first towards the split in the steps—one heading up, the other down. He nods towards the set he wants me to take, and I climb the stairs up towards the next level.
Sunlight blinds me just as I step out onto the wood pallet on the roof. I put my metal hand up to block the rays, but only succeed in reflecting the sunlight off the back of my hand, blinding myself even more. Colin becomes the leader, grabbing my hand and towing me off of the pallet and around the corner where a mismatched arrangement of furniture awaits. He flops onto the white metal couch, picking up a file folder from the rickety side table in the process, and motions to the other end of the couch.
“Have a seat,” he says, flipping through the file.
I sit on the couch and glance around the sparse eclectic decor of the space. “I thought the roof was off-limits.”
“I wrote that memo to the building a few months ago because I wanted to practice with my band without disturbing the neighbors. It also makes for a great place to talk without the additional ears listening in.”
“Why are there additional ears?” I scan the surrounding rooftops for operatives from either side. Not a soul, not a shadow. All clear.
“Because we’re making great progress today, Buck. I got ahold of Dum Dum’s living relative, his grandson. He’s denied any visitation because Dugan’s health is failing fast.”
“And that’s great news worthy of a private meeting?”
“Not that.” Colin writes something in the file and closes it. He drops it in the space between us and picks up another file. He flips it open and says, “I found a surviving relative of Gabe Jones. His nephew has some diaries he kept during his tour. He promised to send those so we can read through them.”
“What about Peggy Carter?”
“The exact reason my apartment might have ears. I may or may not have seen some S.H.I.E.L.D. records that pointed to a general location of where she and her ghost of a husband lived.” He drops the file on top of the other one, growing the stack between us. He lifts one file on the table and pulls out another. “Peggy Carter, Margaret. No name changes. No records of her having been married, yet the deed to her home in Virginia has the name Fred Wells. When I looked him up, it said he was a former fiancé of hers, but nothing about a marriage,” he says opening the file and exposing an image of an older woman with a white-grey streaks in her brown hair. Those brown eyes haunting as they stare at me. Her lips are no longer flame red, though they are still quirked into a small smile. “She is proving more difficult to find that I first thought. I was able to access visitation records of retirement homes in the DC area. And after confirming with a contact down there, I do have it on good authority that a Steven Rogers recently visited a Miss Union Jack at a retirement home in Virginia. I believe she is there.”
I lean over and read over his notes on the page. Everything is neatly typed or written into boxes like those found on a military form. Under the notes rectangle, the word found is scribbled and circled multiple times. “She’s alive.”
“Until we have confirmation, it’s not concrete. Just a possibility.”
“Did you find Steve?”
Colin rotates the files again. He picks up the thickest one and opens it. Right on top is the image of the small guy I vaguely remember. Thin and sickly pale, but heart and tenacity shine in his eyes. He’s in his Garrison and private’s uniform staring right at me. Long before the Captain came to be.
I don’t know if my heart is skipping a beat at seeing him so young and vulnerable and wanting to do everything in my power to protect him or if it’s because Colin’s expression borders a guy who’s about to lose his one true love as he stares into my eyes and breaks the news.
“Last known location of Steve Rogers, Captain America, is Sokovia. After that, it’s like he turned invisible. There have been no sightings at the Avengers Tower in New York. It’s rumored that he went upstate to some facility Stark owns, but that information is impossible to confirm. There were rumors floating about stating he’s in California, but honestly, the man is a virtual ghost right now.”
“So we don’t know anything more about him? Not a hint, a clue? Nothing about World War II or favorite haunts?”
“Just the similar name on that visitation record. Most of the rest was in that exhibit.” His eyes tremble as his gaze caresses my face, landing on my mouth. He bites his lip and his eyes fly back up to meet mine. “I’m sorry, Buck,” he utters and leans closer to me. And I freeze still, the cool breeze of the autumn afternoon and noise of the city fade far away. His lips touch mine with a possessive press, leaving a kiss behind as he pulls back. “I’m not really sorry,” dances on my lips in a warm breath before he kisses me again, this time threading his fingers through my hair.
I let the kiss consume all the hurt and pain and guilt I have over the Man in Blue. From the few memories that have returned and what I’ve done to him, leaving him there on the bank, dying, I have to come to terms with the fact I lost him. Mission one is over.
Mission three…about to commence.
End Notes: Thank you for reading! Images are ones I screen capped from What’s Your Number?