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: 1,186
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: Oh, Agent Carter. You may have been Steve’s love, but I adore you with or without him. This chapter was definitely inspired by Agent Carter, season 1 & 2, and CAWS. And after watching Civil War, I want to say, it’s even that…
The three-hour train ride from Boston to DC is the best option we had for safe travels. Easy in and out under the radar, unlike the airport and all of the security there. Better than driving, because Colin doesn’t like to, and I tend to speed. Plus, we got to interact like boyfriends—the kissing, hand holding…being close and affectionate instead of secret agents and undercover cops.
Plus some gropey PDA will keep most eyes following us glued to somewhere else or at least to someone, else. It really is a nice little trick.
“Next stop, Union Station in five minutes,” a voice announces over the train’s speakers.
Colin leans close and tucks some of my brown hair behind my ear. “Hear that? We’re almost there. With no problems at all. Look who was worried over nothing.”
“There’s always something to worry about.” I give my lips a quick glaze with my tongue before kissing him. The words “How are we getting from here to Virginia?” are whispered into his lips.
“Sharon agreed to pick us up,” Colin whispers back then plants his lips to mine to seal his words in secret.
We keep up the charade of making out—
That’s a lie. We kiss like there’s no tomorrow after this mission.
His tongue tangles with mine until the moment a passenger asks, “I hope you’re here to help take that North Carolina law all the way to the Supreme Court. Those bastards.”
While Colin turns to nod and agree with the man, I duck down and reach for the backpack I stowed under the seat in front of me. The voice sets a fire of recognition in my brain. A memory sparks from that fire:
Rumlow’s deep voice complains, “You almost blew the objective, Barnes!”
“That man remembers me when I don’t remember myself. I just wanted an answer!”
“That was not our mission!” He lifts his finger and points it into my face. Our eyes lock and he growls, “Our mission was to bring him in so we can take him out. Got it?”
I shove Rumlow backwards. He grabs a maroon car to steady himself before stumbling back into the bus. I stalk towards him, keeping him in my sights. “That man was my mission. My mission, Rumlow, assigned by Pierce himself. At last check, you are in my command. Do not hurt him until I can question him. Got it?”
Rumlow scrubs a hand through his dark hair. Bit of metal and dust fly free as he pushes the button on his shoulder for the com. “Yes, sir?” He pauses, eyes glued to me. “Yes, Mr. Pierce. I’ll detain him for reset immediately.”
And before I could act, a blast comes from the gun he was holding. A neutralizing blast pushes into my rib cage and blowing the air from my lungs just before the world fades to black.
“Buck? Are you okay?” Colin’s hand rubs across my back, making small comforting loops as he goes. “Was it Rumlow?”
I nod and lift the backpack to my lap. I pull out a black ball cap, handing Colin his favorite Red Sox one. “He’s going to recognize us.”
Colin places the cap on his head and pulls the brim as low as I have mine—enough to shade the eyes. His hand slides over mine, pressing a key into my palm. “Here’s the key you left in my apartment. Don’t lose it this time.” He turns to face me, leaning close and whispering, “If anything happens and we need to separate, meet me back home.”
I clasp the key and nod.
“Now…” He interrupts himself by giving me a quick kiss. “…let’s go meet Sharon.”
When I meet Sharon Carter, I realize she is just like her Aunt Peggy, though her hair is dyed blonde. They are both tenacious and forthright. They’re both assertive and demanding to get their way. Both possess a strange lure to the men in my life. And while Sharon claims to be a nurse at a local hospital, her gaze is sharp and studious, coming at me from the rearview mirror. I swear she’ll peg me for that man who’s wanted by most government agencies—both US and Hydra—before we get to that retirement home in Arlington, Virginia.
Thankfully, Colin is in the front seat with her and using his irresistible charm. Before the thirty minute ride is over, he has her edges softened. She’s laughing and tapping him coyly with her hand and saying things like, “Oh, Colin…stop. You’re just saying that.”
Colin flashes a quick grin back to me and I roll my eyes as Sharon stops in the circular drive. She sets the car’s gear into park. She reaches for the ignition button, but Colin grabs her hand. He tosses a quick glance at me, serious and dire as though this situation is life or death.
“My partner should do the interview alone. I don’t want it to seem like we’re ganging up on Miss Carter. While he does that, I can interview you…as her niece…for an outsiders perspective on…what it’s like having a power World War ii heroine in the family.”
Colin winks at Sharon and somehow I’m getting the evil glare from her. Because I’m the interloper in this situation? I pick up the phone Colin gave me—something called a burner?—and get out of the car.
Sharon’s window hums as it slides lower and lower. She pokes her head out and tells me, “Just tell the front desk your name and that you’re with Harvard. I’ve already told them to expect you.” The window lifts, showing off the browning leaves on the tree behind an image of me. It stops and she quickly adds, “We’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up.”
The window closes and I watch as the nurse takes Colin away. I take a deep breath and walk towards the glass doors. I pass a concrete statue of a man in a suit, a walking crutch on his left arm. The doors slide open and a female voice says, “Welcome to the Daniel Sousa Memorial Home.”
End Notes: Thank you for reading! The images are mine screen capped from Captain America:Winter Soldier.