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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.

#

“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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Reading Theme – May 2016.

It wasn’t that difficult to decide on a theme for this month. There was always the option of celebrating May the Fourth be with you. Another easy out would be Captain America: Civil War as it comes out in a few days…May 5th for early viewings, May 6th wide in the US (Canada, I think, too.). There’s always another spring pun in the works, but three in a row(Spring into Summer)? Umm…no. So many themes, I was about to resort to making a theme rule for my themes, which is how this TBR project got started.

But then it dawned on me…”Maestro!”

(the 80s-ness of this video…LOL)

MayDay! I need a hero.

Han Solo…

Captain America…

or even Agent Carter.

(Yes, the forever-ship rears its head again.)

This month, I will be tackling stories with a hero–fiction and non, graphic novels and normal ones.

There are so many reading options on my TBR list for May:

Waiting for Clark by Annabeth Albert ~ LGBT rom/com with comic con and superhero cosplays

Fallout (Lois Lane) by Gwenda Bond ~ The life and times of Lois Lane before the Super Man.
(I actually started a few days ago when last month’s TBR list was completed…and I think I’m falling back into my old forever ship with this one.)

Agent Carter: Season One Declassified by Sarah Rodriguez ~ A beautiful book covering one of the best heroes (heroines) in the Marvel Universe, IMO.

Rocket Racoon Vol.2 ~ just because I adore Rocket and Groot.

I Am Princess X by Cherie Priest ~ a mix between a graphic novel and a classic novel all in purple ink.

Zodiac Legacy – Convergence by Stan Lee/Stuart Moore/Andie Tong ~ What I am hoping is like a YA X-Men meets Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. story

And hopefully I’ll get my hands on:

Marvel’s Captain America: Civil War: The Art of the Movie

Will I find my hero?

I’m definitely going to try…

What’s on your reading list for May [2016]?


All images are mine – either taken with my phone or screenCAPped from my tablet.

All gifs were found through giphy.com

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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 12

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, Simon Forrester (from WYN played by Matrin Freeman who is now Everett K. Ross in Civil War), Clint Barton, OFC Dane. You all know I’m abbreviating that to be “Original Fictional Character” and not “Original Male Character”, right? (I always get these things wrong, but I’m still marching forward to the beat of my own drummer.)

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:  First off, this chapter ends that round of typing craze. Yay. Second…There was a moment, towards the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron, where Clint Barton/Hawkeye was mumbling under his breath all the horrible things he could do to Quicksilver just for being that PITA. That moment has been stuck in my mind since….


12.

 

“Buck!”

My shoulder feels like it’s made of bouncing rubber. The waves rocket though my arm and into my chest as I flail about. My metal hand clasps around the wrist of the sleep assassin. My eyes crack open to find Colin, hair disheveled and eyes sleepy, staring down at me.

“It’s four in the morning. Aren’t you usually shuffling around your apartment at this time, getting ready for work?”

I survey my surrounds. Giant white board on the wall—containing new and old names in our mission. Unmade double bed by the window. A couch. I release his hand and sit up, scrubbing the sleep away, hands scraping against the stubble on my cheeks. “Um…yeah. I should probably go.” I glance at Colin over my shoulder. “Sorry you didn’t get any sleep.”

Colin shrugs. “That’s okay. I know a guy who can get me some free wake up juice later. Say ten?”

“Sure thing. I’m there until eleven today.”

He smiles, but it lasts only a moment before his expression turned serious. “We never did talk about that kiss, Buck.”

I get to my feet, shaking my head. “It was…” I try to muster enough saliva in my dry mouth to dislodge the knot in my throat. “…public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. Their gazes never linger for long on people being passionate.”

He leans on his hands to get closer to me, planting them on the back of the couch. “You’re telling me that you only did it because of that guy, Rumlow? That you didn’t…feel something in that kiss?”

The border between Colin and I—the couch—almost fades into nothingness when we stare each other down. He’s taking in every detail about me, reading my eyes, watching my mouth for a hint, all with questioning eyebrows and a quick breath. I’m almost positive he’s leaning so close he can hear the thudding of my nervous heart. But I keep my stare, like any good soldier, and hope that no emotions are visible.

Because, what I felt…

It doesn’t matter what I felt. “What happened to that no strings guy in 6A? I miss him.” I force out a laugh and walk for the door. “I’ve got to get going before I’m late. See you at ten.”

The difficult part of the morning was not looking back when I left his apartment.

#

“What’s the name on that Vanilla Chai Tea Latte?” I ask, resting the Sharpie against the cup.

“Simon,” the fellow says with a heavy British accent.

I’m not sure I can trust this man’s accent. His hair is greying and cut close to his head. Those sharp eyes of a military man. He reminds me of the man I saw on the news related to the king of Wakanda…the UN summit with The Avengers. Iron Man specifically. Everett Ross.

But he’s in New York right now. I’m fine. It’s safe.

I quickly scribble the name “Semen” and set his cup in the queue on the counter. “It’ll be just a moment.”

“Simon” moves to the other end of the counter. And morning life proceeds as normal with the noticeable absence of the red-head this morning. Thankfully. Maybe she gave up trying to find me. Or has decided that I’m not the man from that fight in DC after all. I hope.

A man walks into See You Latte and strides up to the counter. He’s tall and confident as he snarks something under his breath. “Hey, I’ll have a hot chocoffee.”

Um…“What? Did you mean like a mocha?”

He scrubs his hand through his short, messy hair. A nervous little laugh titters in the air. “It’s what I call my drink when I mix hot chocolate and coffee? Can you do that?”

I shrug and ask Dane, “Can we do that?”

Dane nods. “Ring it up as a mocha and I’ll craft it myself.”

I do exactly that like the good soldier I am as the man’s blue eyes watch. He tells me the size and flavors to add. I reach over and pick up a grande cup and pull out the Sharpie. “What will be the name on that?”

“Clint,” he answers and stares me down. Waiting. As if his blue eyes and long nose, t-shirt and jeans attire in conjunction with his name is supposed jog lose a memory causing me to fling my arms around him as though he’s my long-lost brother.

I scribble down the name and tell him his total. He pays with his card on the machine in front of him. He signs his name—Clint Barton—and offers a quick smile.

“Hey, 6B. My coffee ready?”

Clint turns a pointed glare at Colin. But Colin does what he does best and play it off like he’s done nothing wrong, asking, “Were you not finished? When you swiped the card, I thought you were done. But if you’re still ordering, I’ll gladly take a cannoli as a peace-offering for this misunderstanding.”

Clint’s square jaw sharpens as it tenses. He mumbles, “If I took him out, no one would miss him,” and turns, his gaze lingering on me for another long moment before moving to the end of the counter.

“Semen, chai tea latte?” Dane wrinkles his nose and makes a gagging noise.

Colin busts out laughing, clutching the shirt over his left pec as his other hand slams into the counter. “Oh, Buck…that’s so excellent.”

Dane sets the drink down on the counter and turns to me, tossing a quick glare at Colin. “Let’s not do that one again, okay? We want our customers to know their drinks are semen free.”

I nod at Dane but can’t help the laugh. “Okay, Dane.”

“Calm down, Dane,” Colin says. “Buck’s just doing his job. Remember that time I wrote Fu—”

Dane holds up a hand cutting Colin’s sentence short. “I remember. Bucky, get his order and get him moving.”

Colin leans on the register, head casually falling my way. “So, my usual order, and I have some news.”

Dane’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Hot chocoffee for…Clit?”

Clint’s mouth drops open and he stares at me. I shrug and offer a slight smile, but that does nothing to lighten his mood as he reaches for his drink.

Meanwhile, Colin’s loud, immediate laugh startles some of the patrons. “I can’t believe you had the balls to write that, Buck.”

“Bucky, we need to talk,” Dane growls. “In the back, now.”

Dane stalks off, slamming into the swinging doors. I shake my head and tell Colin as I hand him his pastry, “I’m probably getting fired.”

“It happens to the best of us,” Colin says, licking the crème off the end of the cannoli in a tempting teasing way. his eyes connected to mine and eventually rolling in pleasure. His deep purring hum sends a wave of heat through me like I’m witnessing something I shouldn’t. I can’t look away without seeming shy, but watching him…

Mission three is moving up the ranks.

“Come to my place right after work and we’ll talk.”


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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 11

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: 1,704

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:


11.

 

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.

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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.

Peggy Carter.

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?”

“Steve.”

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.”

“Steve said…”

“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.”


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