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The Best of 2016 and what’s coming 2017…

2016

What a year. Carrie Fisher will be so missed. Our Princess/General Leia. (And might I recommend a viewing of The ‘Burbs?) All the music greats we had: George Michael, Prince, David Bowie. My grandmother’s passing…

Let’s skip all the bad, because we can’t be bringing in the new with all that baggage and bad karma.

The good of the year. Well, there was Captain America Civil War, aka The Avengers 3. Westworld was great. Stranger Things.

A lot of people out there fighting for what’s right and good in the world.

Personally, I wrote. A lot. Have writer’s block, for months. Completed a few stories, though most are in first draft form still. I had full requests and partials for Love, Darrows–Thankful for agents agreeing that Cupid can have a boyfriend. Rethinking the genre of that one, though. Completed NaNoWriMo with my series, Human Touch‘s book 4, Me & Johnny. Got a job working for a great company and working with some fun and diverse people.

Completed my Goodreads Reading Challenge of 100 books for this year, read and reviewed.

{the Year in Review on Goodreads: see it here.}

My favorites of 2016

Asking me to choose just one isn’t going to work. As I sit typing, I can think of the majority of books I read this year and find ones I loved so much. And most on my favorites list weren’t necessarily published in 2016. Which I am fine with since I believe all stories are timeless. Even the contemporaries.

Favorite YA

Has to go to the Cinder series by Marissa Meyer. Not only was it a great twist on the classic fairy tales, Carswell Thorn and Cress. They just won it for me. I still daydream about them, though I will not write a fanfic.

Favorite Graphic Novel

This goes to the Scott Pilgrim Series by Bryan Lee “Bread makes you fat?” O’Malley. (Because it seems in every book, Mr. O’Malley has this bread obsession. LoL) I still pull out one of the books and read a bit of it, go over the pictures. Laugh. Definitely a win for years to come.

Favorite Comic

This is sort of cheating since Marvel’s Agent Carter could also be a graphic novel. But it is one of my most favorites because of the included Cher Chez le Femme. My forever ship. Steggy. Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter together…something the MCU really never wanted to give us. No matter how much Steve loved his best girl.

Favorite LGBTQ

I don’t think I read enough of these this year. But of the ones I did, Gear Shark took it. It was one of those “coming to terms with the fact I, a guy, am in love with a guy stories,” but what this one had that most I’ve read never touched was the hatred and violence that can go along with being gay (or lesbian or trans, and more power to you all for having to deal with such an asinine hatred from people). That’s really where I had to keep reading. What were they going to do?

Favorite Book Award Winner

The Absolute True Diary of a Part-time Indian. This story stuck in my head. Not just because I knew the area and places mentioned, but because it gave an inside peek into a culture that really most of literature just doesn’t touch. It was so good. So sweet. So heartfelt. Just pure honesty on a page. Even being fictional.

Favorite Literary Fiction

Jane Two is going to be one of those stories that sit in the heart for a very long time. It was a story about love. A first love. A love of your life. A love that stays with you and never dies, though it may very well remain an unrequited love. It was truly a beautiful tale and I am so glad I never gave up on finding it. One of my highest recommends of the year.

2017

Leaving 2016 behind like dust blowing in the wind as a car speeds down a country road…

It felt like 2017 would never get here, as rough and bullying as 2016 was. The low was hit, and we can only rise from here, right? Leaving out the politics of it all [here in the US] when I say that 2017 will be a great year. For entertainment, books, the good in life.

We have a new Guardians of the Galaxy movie coming. Avengers: Infinity War parts 1 & 2 will begin filming. Another Star Wars film coming…

My writing goals for 2017?

A lot of pages. I need to get final drafts done, manuscripts out to agents. I would love to take a class or two to help with my writing to see what I’m missing or what I can fix. I have stories yelling to be told right now. Three to be exact. All starring my muse in one way or another. I’ve got to get out on social media more with my writing. Still considering a self-pub if I can get the massive amount of money I need for an editor.

SO no word totals. Just putting words on a page, handwritten, digitally, make stories into something more than thoughts in my head.

Keep doing book reviews. Keep reading. And there are some promising books coming.

Carve the Mark by Veronica Roth has been on my TBR list for a while. (Only a few more weeks to that one!) Plus a new Four story from Divergent!!!! (I CAN’T WAIT!!!)

I had the fortune of reading two soon to be releases this past month or so. (Thanks to their publishers and Net Galley.) I highly recommend finding these in the new year:

This was a beautiful story. Refreshing. My first “Christian” read. Touching. Definitely makes me teary when I think about this wonderful book. Don’t let the Christian thing push you away. It was a part of the tale, but it wasn’t preachy nor did it consume the whole story.

On the opposite end of that, in a way…

I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard at a romcom before. It was amusing and funny and well done. Perfect romcom to start off the year!!! I can’t wait for the other ones, too.

And then from Paula Hawkins, who wrote Girl on the Train…which was so good I couldn’t put it down!!!…Into The Water. A whole new twisty tale. This one is right up there with Divergent’s post epilogue on my TBR list.

Those are just a very few on my lists. The closer books. Who knows what favorites will emerge as we move throughout the year?

Reading themes start tomorrow. I’ve skipped the past two months as I’ve been too busy between writing/reading and working to do them. Resolution 35: Get back to the themes. (total fake resolution number.)

Have a great New Year!!!

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Review: Marvel’s Agent Carter: Season One Declassified

Marvel's Agent Carter: Season One Declassified
Marvel’s Agent Carter: Season One Declassified by Sarah Rodriguez
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If I could, I give this all the stars in the universe! Well, maybe not that many, but definitely close to it.

Disclaimer: (seems all my reviews have this lately) I am a DIE HARD Peggy Carter fan. She is one of the best characters to come out of Marvel (Cineverse and Comics), IMO. Right up there with Cap. That being said…it may have influenced this glowing review, but then I think I would love all but one part of this book anyway. Here’s hoping I can defend that statement.

First off, I cannot do a proper review of this book without mentioning the slip cover and the cover of the book. The book itself is 11 x 9 (by my ruler, not going for the half marks and such). Once you peel away the plastic, you have this gorgeous slip cover. The front bears the title and Peggy’s blues on an SSR eagle.

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The back side has Peggy in her Captain America reminiscent, trademark red and blue outfit. The book itself is printed to look like an embossed leather dossier, but is in fact smooth. Both are matte finished and do not pick up shine.

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Inside, you are greeted by gorgeous, full-sized color images and a letter written by Peggy Carter herself, Hayley Atwell. And the book takes off from there.

Chapter 1 – My Name Is Agent: This section covers how Peggy Carter came to be. Covers her time with Steve Rogers/Captain America in The First Avenger. It mentions the featurette that started her off as well as her Agents of SHIELD tie-ins. A great backstory to bringing Peggy from the pages of the comics to modern times on the screen.

Chapter 2 – From Script to Screen: This is a great section for someone who loves a behind the scenes feature of movies and shows. It’s broken down into and episode for episode series of tales about the episode, the thoughts behind it, and even some moments. Very thorough. I plan on pulling this out during this summer’s rewatch of Season one and rereading with each episode.

Chapter 3 – Modern Retro: Bringing Agent Carter’s World to Life: This is like a history lesson and modern day clashing in a really fun and informative way. I had no idea why the men’s ties on the show were always so short–until I read this. I noticed certain things about the costumes, hair, scenery, and I finally had some questions answered as well as finding out more about Automats and life in the 1940s.

Chapter 4 – Sweet Dreams: The tail end, just a few short pages. Just a were Peggy came from to where she is going wrap-up.

Throughout the book there are images upon images. All in full-color (except the few in black and white for explanation purposes), all gorgeous, all fitting. I found myself entranced a few times really scouring some of these images–the Howard Stark roster of inventions and 1940s office life were among my favorites beyond the characters. (Everyone had a Royal Typewriter and the writer in me is SO VERY JEALOUS of that fact.)

It didn’t disappoint. Not in the least.

HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!! Especially if you love Marvel or Peggy Carter as much as I do.

*I NEED A HERO READ – MAY 2016* I cannot believe they cancelled Agent Carter yesterday. I want to cry and scream. Instead, I’ll keep begging Netflix (and Hulu) to keep the show alive. At least for one more season so some major questions are satisfactorily answered and my favorite characters aren’t left in an eternal limbo. #AgentCarterNetflix

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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 15

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.

Genre: RomCom/Action

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…


15.

 

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.”

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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.”


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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 14

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.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 2,370

Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea, Dane, Ally Darling, Hawkeye (Clint Barton), Natasha Romanov, Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter (though the last two are only in mention)

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: Almost there on finishing the typing…one chapter and an epilogue…because I feel it needed an epilogue.


14.

 

Peaceful nights. Calm days. Research on my past and my mission, The Man in Blue.

The past few weeks have been full of those moments. We’ve been on the case day and night. Researching the Man in Blue, though, has practically fallen by the way side as all of our leads have been stagnant. These days, we’re more concerned with the new neighbor in 2C and the man in 4D then anything else.

Though it’s not been a total loss. I’ve found this Zen in Colin that I’ve never had with anyone before—not that I can remember, anyway. Every day has been stress free, full of laughs and flirtatious moments. Even work has been reduced to fun times, horrible names, and…again, Colin.

A smile graces my morning expression as I wake up in his bed, seeing him sitting by the bed on the floor, covered in files and papers. He’s staring off into space, wearing this blissful catlike grin. I can’t help the sigh of content that leaves me as I watch him. Colin is contagious.

He shifts his gaze to me. “Morning, Buck…how about I fix you some breakfast in bed?”

Damn. He’s got this sly smile as his eyes are trained on my lips. Then he licks his lips like he’s about to devour me. And I would so let him.

Instead, I prop myself up on one elbow, leaning over him, and say, “I’d love it, but I have work.” I plant a kiss on him and slide out of bed, freezing the moment my feet hit the floor.

“Okay. What time are you off?”

“Noon today.” I grab my shirt from the end of the couch and slide it on, not bothering to button it. “But after that, I have a three-day weekend.”

Colin slides both hands behind his head and stares at me. “Any plans for those three days?”

“Yeah…some guy I know is taking me on a trip. It’s supposed to be for something we’re working on together, so all business.”

“I’m sure that guy can find some way to make sure you get some sort of pleasure out of your time away,” he teases.

I lift an eyebrow at him, trying to keep the stupid grin off of my face. “Is that what he really has planned? I feel like I’m the prey now. I’m not sure I should go away now.”

Colin snorts. “Too bad. I hear he was going to make it a time to remember.”

I’m positive he could.

I pad over to his side of the bed and lean down. “See you for coffee at ten,” I say and peck his lips. Then I walk across the room and up the steps, turning at the door. “Don’t be late.”

The content smile snakes its way across his face again as he nestles into the bed. Internally, I smile like a fool in love—which I just might be a fool in love—and shut the door behind me, turning the knob slowly so no noise emits. Then I sneak into my apartment and get ready for another day as a glorified coffee peddler.

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“Grande white mocha, with foam no whip,” says the blonde as she digs through her purse. “And the name is Ally.”

I scribble “Alley” on the cup and hand it to Dane just as the woman pulls out her card to pay. She swipes it through and the five dollar purchase was declined. Her wide blue eyes meet mine and this innocent smile spreads across her face.

“Sorry. Let me find my other card.” Her hand dives back into the large blue bag and fishes around a few moments. “Ah hah!” she screams when she pulls out a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m between jobs,” she adds, handing me the bill. “Fingers crossed my old boss, Carol, didn’t badmouth me and I get a call back from Roger about that marketing job.”

I hand her the change and say, “Good luck.”

She utters a quick thanks and moves down the line. Just in time for Colin. Except no Colin. I check the time on the register screen. Ten o’clock. He’s late. I look through the windows at the pedestrians on the street. No sign or hint of the man who has quickly become the most important man in my life.

Love life.

No. Life.

While I don’t see my current mission, I see a current job that needs to be complete. “Dane, I’m going to collect the mugs from the tables outside.”

“Okay, Bucky. I have this covered.” Dane lifts the cup he just filled and says, “Grande white mocha for Alley?”

The blonde reaches over the counter and accepts her cup. Just as I step outside, I hear her complain, “My name is A-L-L-Y…not like an alley way.”

I smirk to myself and get busy stacking the cups and adjusting the umbrellas. Someone out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. The red-head whose name fluctuates more than the chasing lights on a theater marquee. She’s across the street, wearing a tight black body suit that hugs all of her curves like a second skin. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and sways back and forth as her finger angrily jabs into the chest of a man in sunglasses, then furiously points in the direction of See You Latte.

I can’t hear over the traffic driving past on the four lane road between us, but my soldier training screams that she’s talking about me, specifically. My whole body tenses and readies to act in a moment. My fists clench around the ends of the towel in my hands and pull it tight to use as a weapon. I feel the compartment in my boot with my toe, knowing my knife is waiting there to be used.

The man looks in this direction—I swear our eyes meet briefly—before his jaw clenches. Then he says something back and points to a file in his hand. He’s in a tight black shirt and black pants…which wouldn’t be so odd, except his left sleeve has either been rolled up past the elbow, or it’s been left intentionally short and he’s sporting some sort of glove on his hand.

The man shakes his head and glances one more time. It’s as he turns to storm off that I notice he has a quiver of arrows strapped to his back.

The nameless woman turns at the time she yells and motions him away. She stops cold. Her stance is wide, arms tense as though she’s about to bolt forward and crash into me, taking both of us through the window behind me. And I’m ready for her…

But she doesn’t make a move. She stares at me, eyes narrowing in threat.

I return the glare. Though I know it’s virtually impossible from this distance, we are definitely in a pre-war stare down. Her jaw tenses, and yet she still doesn’t move. Not until a delivery truck passes on the road between us and she disappears from the street.

The surrounding buildings seem empty, the rooftops barren. The shadows touching the ground and climbing the walls tell me she’s no long here.

I’ve been compromised. Colin may have been compromised. That’s why he isn’t here mooching his free coffee and pastry.

I tuck the towel into my back pocket and collect the stacks of cups, balancing them in my hands as I carry them inside. Dane takes one stack from me when I step behind the counter. We both carry them to the dishwasher in the back. The towel goes from my pocket to the counter. I remove my apron and take my name tag from it before handing it to Dane.

“Sorry, but I have to quit.” Before there is another incident like that flipped bus on the side streets of DC. Except this time, Colin is in the mix.

Dane checks his watch. “It’s not even ten thirty.”

“I know, but this is a more permanent sort of quit. Minus the two weeks’ notice. I…” I shrug, willing a valid excuse to surface in my brain. “I found out this morning that my…father is dying. I need to go back home and care for him.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to quit,” Dane says, his head shaking in sadness. “I could let you take some time…”

“Thanks, but they aren’t sure how much longer he has. Could be a week, could be a month. I just know I want to be there for him.”

“Your father?”

I nod and say the first name—outside of Colin—that pops into my mind. “Steve.” The name accompanies a twinge of guilt in my gut and a breath of relief for pulling off a lie.

“The Stark three-oh-two will be happy. You made crappy coffee anyway,” he laughs, staring at the green apron in his hands. “I can’t promise to save your job, but if you come back to Boston and need a place to work, don’t hesitate.”

“Thanks, Dane.” I can’t even bear to stare into those sad brown eyes. “I’ll…see you latte.”

Dane laughs again, tossing the apron on the counter. He goes out front and I sneak out of the back into the alley. My surroundings get a quick check and I jog down to where alley meets alley, taking a long yet very guarded route back home.

The path I take is fairly lifeless. A few store owners readying for deliveries, but nothing dangerous or out of the ordinary. It leads me to the corner of my street, where I have to step into sunshine. I wait until a small crowd has accumulated on the corner before taking my hair out of the holder and blending in with laborers and business persons alike. The light changes to a walking stick-man and I cross in the group. I catch a hint of the man from earlier crossing in the opposite direction…from the exact direction of my apartment.

Shit.

When I step on the curb, I glance back, making sure he didn’t notice me. Once he’s gone and I’m in the clear, I bolt for my building. Thud-thud-thud…I barely touch the steps of my building with my feet, and yet it sounds like a million soldiers running up them I barrel into the man from 4D just inside the door to the building.

He says, “Watch the fuck out!”

“I’m not the one kissing my dog on the lips in the doorway,” I say without stopping.

More noise as though soldiers are running up the stairs, though I’m the only one in the stairwell. By the time I’m on six, I’m breathless. My heart pounds in my ears and my pulse rages. I lift my fist and knock on the door of 6A. No answer.

“Colin?” I ask the A on the door. “Are you in there?”

Still no answer. I make a fist and pound into the door.

“Come on, Colin! Open up!”

Nothing.

Fear eats every last nerve I have. I unlock my door and go over to the side table next to my bed. The key for Colin’s apartment isn’t there. Papers from the files Colin has amassed lift in this hide-and-seek but with every leaf out of the way, I’m still keyless. I fall to my hands and knees and look under my bed. Dust bunnies and my brown boots. Under the table is too dark, so I slide my hand in the three-inch tall space. I shift my fingers around in the dust, sliding my hand back and forth, but no key.

“I like the way you present yourself, Buck.”

I sit upright on my knees and toss a glance at the man over my shoulder. Yep, it’s definitely Colin. Leaning on my door jamb. Wearing blue camouflage boxer-briefs. And nothing else. I don’t know if I should love that flirtatious entendre or if I should scream at him for scaring the ever-loving hell out of me.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” I ask getting to my feet. I take a few long strides, going up the stairs and wrap my arms around him. The hug is desperate, needy, and oh so thankful.  “And why didn’t you come for your coffee?”

One of Colin’s arms goes around my shoulders, the other going around me. His hand slides down my back and rests on my butt. He squeezes it and exhales with a soft groan.

I push him back and growl, “That doesn’t make up for giving me a heart attack this morning. Do you understand the danger you’re in just by associating with me?”

Colin’s smirk eats up the left side of his face. “You’re going to want to take it back once I tell you my news.” He pushes me into my apartment, shutting the door once we’re all the way inside. I take the four steps down backwards, his hand still on my chest as he follows going forward.

“What’s the news?” I ask, taking his wrist in my metal hand.

His playful blue eyes tag one of my eyes then the other. He licks his top lip and says, “I found her.”

“Her who? Peggy?”

Colin nods. “Peggy Carter. I’ve been on the phone all morning with her niece, Sharon. Thanks to my wits and charm, she has agreed to allow us visitation with her aunt…on the grounds that we don’t upset her…that and I said we’re James and Collins from Harvard doing a research paper on World War II and the women who made a stand for our country.”

His hands go out from his sides. I can’t tell if he’s asking for a hug or if he’s announcing a big finish as though he’s a grand magician.

Doesn’t matter. I hug him close and utter “thank you” into his neck before placing a kiss there. Though I can’t say for sure the thank you was for Colin’s job well done or if it’s just me thanking someone out there for his safety.

We’re another step closer to finding the Man in Blue.

Steve.

At this point, though, I’m not sure I want to find him.


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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 13

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.

Genre: RomCom/Action

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!”


13.

 

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.


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