i'm guilty of treason (i've abandoned control)
19 Jun 2019
Hot damn, is his first thought.
Threat assessment follows close on its heels because Bucky’s a goddamn professional.
Military, definitely. Male, built like a goddamn mountain. Bucky stares helplessly because shoulders that broad should be illegal. It’s the face that really fucks him up though. Hair as silver as the star on his chest, swept back from a face that’s all hard angles and deep lines. There’s a beard too, covering a jaw that looks strong enough to sit on, and its white is peppered with bits of dark blond, which should look ridiculous but doesn’t.
“You seem to know my name,” Bucky says, plastering on a charming smile. “Only polite to return the favor.”
“If you’re banking on politeness, you might be in the wrong business, son.”
Jesus, Mary, and motherfucking Joseph. This is how wet dreams and porn clips should start, not a goddamn interrogation.
S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Bucky Barnes is captured on a mission and meets Commander Steve Rogers, the erstwhile Captain America.
11 Sep 2019
“You fucked him.”
Bucky licks his lips and nods. Fury lets out a deep breath and leans back in his chair in a movement that’s terrifyingly controlled but spills danger out the edges.
“Twenty years,” Fury says slowly, taking special care to imbue each word with his personal brand of bone-chilling judgement. It used to make Bucky quiver in his boots back when he was a baby S.H.I.E.L.D agent with two functional arms. “In that time, I have asked, threatened, coaxed, and damn near begged this man to work for us, or at least with us, and what finally gets it done is your dick?”
“Listen, I’m not saying any part of my anatomy is what persuaded Commander Rogers to agree to this, but hypothetically, if that’s what did it, let’s just say he would have found my ass far more persuasive than my dick.” Bucky pauses, secretly relishing the sour-lemon look on Fury’s face. “It still hurts, in case you’re wondering.”
Steve tries to seduce Bucky over to the dark side. But the Avengers are more grey than dark, and it’s still a paler shade of grey than what S.H.I.E.L.D’s got going nine times out of ten. Bucky really should be more concerned about the seduction part.
02 Oct 2019
He cuts an impressive figure, built like a monster truck and old enough to be Bucky’s father, with silver hair and beard, wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, and a face that could be genial but might as well be made of marble as he peers down at Bucky.
“Agent Barnes,” the man says, voice deep and rumbling. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
There’s so much drama in that one line that Bucky can’t hold back a smile.
“Of course it is,” he says lightly. “I’m a hot commodity these days.”
It’s not flirting, because Bucky doesn’t flirt with men who plan to rip out his fingernails or beat his ribs in or whatever the fuck these villain types do these days. It’s been a while since he got caught, and well, it’s easier to grin and banter than to ponder over his fate. The man just blinks and, in a move unexpected enough to raise the hairs on Bucky’s nape, runs his cool blue eyes down the length of Bucky’s body, clad only in a compression shirt and boxer-briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.
“I can see that,” he says. “Only thing you got going for you, isn’t it?”
First meetings imagined anew and fantasies given flesh.