Yuletide: Captain America Ficlets: "The Little Things" and "Presence"
Fandom Marvel Comics (Captain America)
Title The Little Things
Rating/Warning Mature (War Themes)
Pairings/Characters none/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Spoilers/Summary none/Steve and Bucky after a battle during WWII.
Disclaimer I own nothing. I make nothing. Captain America belongs to Marvel Comics and Disney.
Word Count 437
Notes Written for pervyficgirl who requested Steve and Bucky in an historical setting for Yuletide.
Steve Rogers, or rather Captain America, couldn't always be as personable as he wanted to be. The Allies had taken heavy losses in the latest assault and he needed to assess them as quickly as possible before they had to move position again.
He was aware of the young soldier bleeding out on the field. They'd lost their medic and his morphine in the fight and there was nothing more they could do for the kid. Damn, the boy couldn't be any older than Bucky. Steve wanted to be there for him, but he had other duties, such as tending to the soldiers who would ultimately survive the barrage they'd sustained.
He had to leave the boy alone on the ravaged battlefield. His partner quickly offered to wait by the boy's side. He wasn't sure Bucky was up for it, as it required a certain amount of delicacy his partner often lacked, but he shouldn't have been surprised. James Barnes was made of stern stuff and projected an awful lot of bluster, but he'd been gifted with an extraordinary amount of empathy.
Bucky held the boy's hand. The boy couldn't speak anymore, and his eyes were fluttering. Steve doubted he could see. Bucky spoke low and softly. Steve imagined what he was saying. The Lord's Prayer perhaps, a hymn, or maybe he was telling him how he'd made a difference and his family would be proud. Steve hoped it was comforting, whatever it was.
Steve was organizing the move to another field and wasn't nearby when the boy died. He simply found Bucky suddenly beside him. If Steve expected an outward sign of what they'd been though, he'd have been disappointed. Bucky stood straight, hands on hips as he spat into the mud at their feet. His eyes were clear. "How we doin' here, Cap?"
"We're almost ready to move out. Just have to finish the graves detail." He hesitated only a moment, "What'd you say to that kid back there, Buck? I'm sure you being there helped him to the other side."
Bucky shook his head and smirked. "You really do believe that malarkey, don't you?" He snorted. "I just told him 'bout yesterday's poker haul and Namor's ridiculous obsession with Jackie. How her house smells like lavender and roses. It's a nice smell, yeah? Nothin' big."
Nothing big.
Steve considered for a moment that perhaps it was the little things that lent a life it's victories. But, he didn't often have time to be as philosophical as he wanted to be. It was time to gather his men and lead them to yet another battle.
Fandom Marvel Comics (Captain America)
Title Presence
Rating/Warning PG-13
Pairings/Characters James Barnes/Natasha Romanova
Spoilers/Summary Brubaker's Cap/Natasha makes a fateful decision.
Disclaimer I own nothing. I make nothing. Captain America belongs to Marvel Comics and Disney.
Word Count 383
Notes Written for lost_constant who requested Bucky/Natasha for Yuletide.
She told Tony he was too dangerous. "He's not ready," she said. Tony dismissed her assertions, her knowledge. Of course, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't intimidated.
Natasha told herself, she wasn't either. The Winter Soldier didn't intimidate her at all. She had forty years experience on him. She'd learned much since the Red Room. He'd been in stasis.
Only that wasn't entirely true. She could tell he had aged since she'd last seen him. What had the Winter Soldier done? She wanted to know. How much time had passed for him? Did he remember any of it? Did he remember her?
Natasha remembered him and if she allowed herself to admit it, what she remembered frightened her.
When she had protested she belonged to another, he had said he didn't care. Yet, his touch had been possessive. She knew what it was like to have nothing for oneself.
He had taught her kicks and parries and jabs. Taught her the mannerisms and idioms of the Americans. Taught her to kill without remorse.
The Winter Soldier had blocked all she could offer him in return. Well, almost all.
They were lovers, yet he hadn't wanted her memories of the Bolshoi or Ivan. He hadn't wanted her hopes for the future.
"Natashenka, the past's not what's important. Ain't the future, neither. It's right now. Just here. Just us."
She had clung to those words, when the memories pressed upon her, or the confusion addled her mind. It helped her focus, complete her missions, seal her fates.
Later, when he came after Cap's shield, she couldn't quite believe he was real. The rumors were true; he had been Bucky. Vasily Karpov had no subtlety. He'd bragged of his acquiring an American icon and the soldiers had gossiped amongst themselves. Though, it wasn't something she'd heard until later.
Now, thanks to Tony's hubris and Steve's blind faith, the Winter Solider would be Cap.
She shuddered.
A Captain America who didn't care for the lessons of the past, or the hopes for the future was unacceptable to her.
The Black Widow would be there to see James Barnes didn't forget who he'd been and who he now represented. For she knew the Winter Soldier was dangerous, and though it pained her, she was not afraid.
Title The Little Things
Rating/Warning Mature (War Themes)
Pairings/Characters none/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Spoilers/Summary none/Steve and Bucky after a battle during WWII.
Disclaimer I own nothing. I make nothing. Captain America belongs to Marvel Comics and Disney.
Word Count 437
Notes Written for pervyficgirl who requested Steve and Bucky in an historical setting for Yuletide.
Steve Rogers, or rather Captain America, couldn't always be as personable as he wanted to be. The Allies had taken heavy losses in the latest assault and he needed to assess them as quickly as possible before they had to move position again.
He was aware of the young soldier bleeding out on the field. They'd lost their medic and his morphine in the fight and there was nothing more they could do for the kid. Damn, the boy couldn't be any older than Bucky. Steve wanted to be there for him, but he had other duties, such as tending to the soldiers who would ultimately survive the barrage they'd sustained.
He had to leave the boy alone on the ravaged battlefield. His partner quickly offered to wait by the boy's side. He wasn't sure Bucky was up for it, as it required a certain amount of delicacy his partner often lacked, but he shouldn't have been surprised. James Barnes was made of stern stuff and projected an awful lot of bluster, but he'd been gifted with an extraordinary amount of empathy.
Bucky held the boy's hand. The boy couldn't speak anymore, and his eyes were fluttering. Steve doubted he could see. Bucky spoke low and softly. Steve imagined what he was saying. The Lord's Prayer perhaps, a hymn, or maybe he was telling him how he'd made a difference and his family would be proud. Steve hoped it was comforting, whatever it was.
Steve was organizing the move to another field and wasn't nearby when the boy died. He simply found Bucky suddenly beside him. If Steve expected an outward sign of what they'd been though, he'd have been disappointed. Bucky stood straight, hands on hips as he spat into the mud at their feet. His eyes were clear. "How we doin' here, Cap?"
"We're almost ready to move out. Just have to finish the graves detail." He hesitated only a moment, "What'd you say to that kid back there, Buck? I'm sure you being there helped him to the other side."
Bucky shook his head and smirked. "You really do believe that malarkey, don't you?" He snorted. "I just told him 'bout yesterday's poker haul and Namor's ridiculous obsession with Jackie. How her house smells like lavender and roses. It's a nice smell, yeah? Nothin' big."
Nothing big.
Steve considered for a moment that perhaps it was the little things that lent a life it's victories. But, he didn't often have time to be as philosophical as he wanted to be. It was time to gather his men and lead them to yet another battle.
Fandom Marvel Comics (Captain America)
Title Presence
Rating/Warning PG-13
Pairings/Characters James Barnes/Natasha Romanova
Spoilers/Summary Brubaker's Cap/Natasha makes a fateful decision.
Disclaimer I own nothing. I make nothing. Captain America belongs to Marvel Comics and Disney.
Word Count 383
Notes Written for lost_constant who requested Bucky/Natasha for Yuletide.
She told Tony he was too dangerous. "He's not ready," she said. Tony dismissed her assertions, her knowledge. Of course, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't intimidated.
Natasha told herself, she wasn't either. The Winter Soldier didn't intimidate her at all. She had forty years experience on him. She'd learned much since the Red Room. He'd been in stasis.
Only that wasn't entirely true. She could tell he had aged since she'd last seen him. What had the Winter Soldier done? She wanted to know. How much time had passed for him? Did he remember any of it? Did he remember her?
Natasha remembered him and if she allowed herself to admit it, what she remembered frightened her.
When she had protested she belonged to another, he had said he didn't care. Yet, his touch had been possessive. She knew what it was like to have nothing for oneself.
He had taught her kicks and parries and jabs. Taught her the mannerisms and idioms of the Americans. Taught her to kill without remorse.
The Winter Soldier had blocked all she could offer him in return. Well, almost all.
They were lovers, yet he hadn't wanted her memories of the Bolshoi or Ivan. He hadn't wanted her hopes for the future.
"Natashenka, the past's not what's important. Ain't the future, neither. It's right now. Just here. Just us."
She had clung to those words, when the memories pressed upon her, or the confusion addled her mind. It helped her focus, complete her missions, seal her fates.
Later, when he came after Cap's shield, she couldn't quite believe he was real. The rumors were true; he had been Bucky. Vasily Karpov had no subtlety. He'd bragged of his acquiring an American icon and the soldiers had gossiped amongst themselves. Though, it wasn't something she'd heard until later.
Now, thanks to Tony's hubris and Steve's blind faith, the Winter Solider would be Cap.
She shuddered.
A Captain America who didn't care for the lessons of the past, or the hopes for the future was unacceptable to her.
The Black Widow would be there to see James Barnes didn't forget who he'd been and who he now represented. For she knew the Winter Soldier was dangerous, and though it pained her, she was not afraid.