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Love Rapture

Overfilled and empty
Longing and fulfilled
Every second aching
Freezing warmth beneath my skin
Companionship in the shadows.

Never arriving
Holding my breath for so long
I’ve forgotten how to breathe
Loneliness keeps me company
Only shadows in my mind
Deceiving whispering echoes.

Blue in green
Hand in lips
Hearts in minds
Time and space
Blending into chaos
Promises to be fulfilled.

Visions far away
Fading past
Approaching future
Which, is to be foreseen
Voidless hole
In my soul.

The sun in the east
Mocks me, the moon
Nothing but a fleeting instant
Destiny’s cruel joke
Hope becomes dangerous.

Shall I abandon myself to hope?
Tedious hurtful game
A glimpse seals the trap
Rapturing my beating heart
Alas, it’s no longer mine.

Where home is

What is home?
Nothing but longing
Unending ache
Visions fading
Unobtainable, always aeay.

Warm mirages
Fluttering ilusions
Nothing but darkness
Deceiving cold
Everywhere ashes.

There’s no home
For this castaway
The heart longs
The mind deceives
Infuriating pain.

Ancient warrior
Of infinite wars
No home for me
Only echoes on the night
Mocking my longing.

I long for home
Killer is the longing
Unreachable light
Ceruleans skies out of my reach
The heart aches alone
Ad distance prevails.

I want to go home
Is there such a thing?
Helpless, stranded, alone
Destiny’s toy
Casted into the storm.

Will I ever see you again?
The warmth of your soul
Calls as it ripps mine appart
Useless cries fill me
I’ll never go home.

Hope deserted me
I can’t abandon you
You burn me
My soul bleeds out
As the time sands keep us appart.

You are my home …

Heart to Heart

Steve panted heavily trembling in anticipation before Bucky buried inside him once more when Bucky deliberately stopped smirking at Steve´s flustered face and lecherous panting relishing on the scene. He still couldn´t believe Steve had been so eager; so hungry for his touch. He had planned to take things slow; to give Steve time to recover after his terrible ordeal at Hydra´s hands but Steve wouldn´t even hear of it. The moment Jarvis had cleared him from any major-medical issues he had refused to stay in the infirmary. He grinned at the memory.

 

Earlier that morning Loki and himself had been waiting side by side outside the main medical lab on the infirmary level, silently looking through the glass window while Clint and Tony draw some blood from Steve and instructed Jarvis to run every existing medical diagnosis on their friend.

 

“He looks so uncomfortable.” Loki volunteered cunningly observing Steve´s demeanor while he waited somewhat patiently for his test results.

 

“He hates it.” Bucky agreed pensively. “He always have …”

 

Loki looked up at him quizzingly; feeling his gaze upon him Bucky turn to face him an elaborated. “You would have had to know him before the serum to understand … “He turned his attention to Steve. “He used to be sick most of the time … “Bucky recalled with a frown as he watched Steve´s upset scowl. “I swear if he even sneezed … my heart skipped a beat. Hell, probably her mother´s did too! And we could see it in his eyes, every time he was bedridden; he hated it so much. Being sick, the doctors, feeling weak … making us worry …”

 

“You truly love him don´t you?” Loki asked openly while assessing Bucky´s every gesture as he talked about Steve.

 

Bucky smirked as he looked down; a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “Yes … I always have.”

 

“He´s been heartbroken for too long, do you realize that?” Loki admitted disquiet with a worried frown as he stared directly into his eyes. It wasn’t as much as what Steve had told him a little more than a week ago when he thought Bucky was lost forever to him, but what he hadn´t that troubled him deeply. And on top of that … Hydra, they had more than enough time to screw with his mind.

 

Bucky held Loki´s stare; feeling both surprised and concerned about his sudden change of attitude towards him. He was right though; until now he hadn´t even had any time to consider how his supposed death would have affected Steve; he had just begun to wonder if it had anything to do with him crashing Hydra´s plane in the Artic all those years ago. The though alone scared him. “I …” He struggled to find an answer he knew he didn´t had.

 

“Just … be gentle with him.” Loki requested with a worried sigh. He´d been there; he knew that even if everything seemed to be all right for everyone else, it didn´t meant that it felt that way for Steve. He had been an emotional wreck even before Bucky walked back into his life unexpectedly.

 

“I … I will.” Bucky agreed; still puzzled by Loki´s change of heart he asked him. “Loki, why are you telling me this? I thought … you didn´t liked me.”

 

“I don´t.” Loki admitted wryly. “But that doesn´t matter right now …” He frowned upset. “I hate to say this, but I think you are exactly what Steve needs right now.” Changing his stare for a more feral one he warned him. “Don’t make me regret this; cause … if you ever hurt him I swear …” He knew he didn´t needed to end his phrase Bucky understood precisely what he meant.

 

“I would never hurt him …” Bucky stated firmly before down casting his gaze downhearted; that wasn´t entirely truth. “Not willingly … at least.” He couldn’t forget he had, even if Steve pretended it hadn´t happened; he knew.

 

“I hope so.” Loki acknowledged sternly; changing his tone for an even gravely one he asked. “Did Natasha told you about the deprogramming?”

 

“Yes.” Bucky admitted plainly before heavily adding.  “I have to leave the day after tomorrow.” It had taken all of Clint and Natasha´s convincing to persuade Fury to let him stay that long in the Mansion unguarded. His attention was drawn back to Steve who now argued heatedly with Tony and Clint over the results. “She doesn´t know how long it will take to … get rid of ….” He grunted conflicted. “Whatever they put inside my head. It could be weeks … there is no way of knowing.” He scowled stricken.

 

“Have you told him?” Loki asked without taking his eyes of the scene playing in the lab.

 

“No.” Bucky acknowledged in a gloomy mood. “I don´t know how he´ll take it.” He wished they had more time; it was too soon. He wasn´t ready.

 

“He won´t like it.” Loki volunteered darkly.

 

“I know.” Bucky admitted heavily. “He´ll probably insist on tagging along; but … I can´t let him do that. I have to do this on my own. If I had a relapse and something happened to him … again. I wouldn´t be able to forgive myself.”

 

A long silence prevailed as both men watched their loved ones absentmindedly through the glass; each lost in their own thoughts.

 

“Could you …?” Bucky broke the silence first.

 

“Keep an eye on him?” Loki ended his question for him. “You don’t even need to ask.”

 

“Thanks.” Bucky thanked him relieved. Although … something bothered him; without any warning, he asked. “Did you and Steve …?”

 

Loki laughed amused by his question. It seemed Tony wasn’t the only jealous boyfriend around. “No …” He interrupted him while nodding his head in denial. “We never …. we are just friends. Good friends.” As far as he was concerned Bucky didn´t needed to know; and he was quite sure Steve would feel the same way. A lie for a lie.

 

“Are you sure?” Because … I got the impression …” Bucky questioned him again. There was too much familiarity between the two of them.

 

“I am sure Barnes.” Loki reassured him sternly. “And I would advise you to refrain from mentioning any of this in front of Tony … for everyone’s sakes.”

 

Bucky frowned upset by Loki´s last statement. He looked at him quizzingly; it was clear Loki wasn´t telling him everything. Did he really needed to know? Maybe not.

 

Fortunately, before either of them could say another word the door opened.

 

“How is he?” Loki asked first echoed by Bucky´s own question.

 

“Stubborn…” Tony wryly complained scowling at Steve, who just gave a displeased grunt before snapping back at him. “I said I feel fine.”

 

“That´s not what Jarvis results say.” Clint reminded him harshly.

 

“God dammit!” Steve spat irked. “I don’t care what the results say! I feel fine! I´m not staying in the infirmary!”

 

“I don´t give a damn about what you think Steve! “Clint scolded him annoyed. “You don’t have to stay in the infirmary but you are grounded until all your blood test come out normal. And you still have to pass the mandatory psychological examination. You are under direct orders not to leave the mansion; and I don´t care if a mission comes up, you will stay here and follow Jarvis indications!”

 

“For goodness sake it´s just a mild anemia!” Steve raised his voice irritated. “Jarvis even admitted it´s a borderline diagnosis.”

 

“Wait … he´s anemic?” Bucky intervened worryingly. How much blood had he lost for that to happen?

 

“Jarvis says it´s only temporary.” Steve offered still pouting; that worried look on Bucky´s eyes, it brought back unwelcome memories. He still hadn´t recuperated from the major blood loss due to his stabs wounds when Hydra had captured him. His healing factor had prevented any major issues due to their tortures; but he hadn´t recovered yet.

 

“Nevertheless you need to rest.” Tony adamantly informed him.

 

“I don´t …” Steve started to protest again when Loki interrupted him.

 

“Do we have a mission?” He asked Clint annoyed looking at him sternly with his arms crossed.

 

“No, we don´t.” Clint acknowledge. “But if …”

 

Loki interrupted him asking Steve with the same irked tone. “Do you have to go somewhere urgently?”

 

“No, but ….” Steve answered swiftly. But what if …?

 

“So, you three have been arguing about nothing for over ten minutes?” Loki asked more angry than baffled.

 

“Umh” “Well ….” “Yes …” The three men muttered embarrassed. Put out like that it sounded stupid.

 

“Now that we have establish that.”  Loki told them. “What did Jarvis recommended for dealing with the anemia?”

 

“Rest, food, liquids, some iron supplements …” Tony swiftly informed him. “Steve´s system should do the rest.”

 

“All right. I´m sure Barnes here will make sure Steve follows those recommendations to the letter.” Loki informed them firmly while giving Bucky an equally stern look. Bucky quickly voiced his agreement.

 

Steve was about to protest about it when Loki turned his attention to him. “You had two near death experiences within three days. The least you could do for everyone´s peace of mind is to stay put until Jarvis says you are fine.” Steve opened his mouth but before he could say anything Loki scolded him. “And don´t even think for one second that either me or Natasha have forgotten about your broken promises. You owe us.”

 

Steve down casted his eyes frowning upset; Loki´s last remark had hit a nerve. “All right.” He sighed defeated. He had been the sole source of everyone´s concerns lately; he couldn´t even begin to express how much he hated that.

 

As they made love it became clear why Steve had dragged his feet about getting into the elevator; he wanted to make sure they were alone.

 

Trembling nervously, Steve gathered his nerves and clumsily asked. “Bucky …uhm …” He bit his lip apprehensively; struggling to say the right words.

 

Bucky remembered looking at him questioningly; intrigued by his sudden shyness.

 

Steve scratched his nape nervously; still working up his courage. “When … you said that … we could do more than talk ….” He turned his gaze to him … expectantly.

 

Bucky hadn´t expected that question; specially not after all that talk about him needing to rest. He just frown surprised for a couple of seconds before he answered. “I … think you should get your strength back first … before we … you know …” Was that the whole reason about Steve being so strong-headed earlier?

 

Steve down casted his gaze abashed “I … I don´t want to wait.” He stated anxiously.

 

“Steve I …” Bucky tried to convince him once more when Steve interrupted him.

 

“Back then … I waited too long … and then … you were gone. I don’t want to make that mistake again. If there´s something I´ve learn through the years is that we could all die tomorrow … and … I …” He hesitated before adding in a pleading tone. “I feel fine … really Bucky.”

 

Bucky sighed knowing he wouldn´t be able to deny him for long; specially not after an argument like that. And even less when he looked so needy. “Those were different times Steve. Even if you had say something …” He would´ve rejected him back then, even if that meant breaking both their hearts … it was too risky, especially for Steve. He caressed Steve´s cheek gently allowing his fingers to slide softly as they traced Steve´s mouth. Steve closed his eyes shivering eagerly as he felt Bucky closing in.

 

Bucky smiled sadly beholding Steve yearning expression; he was going to miss him so much. Making up his mind he whispered in Steve´s ear. “Why don´t you show me your room?”

 

Steve gasped at his answer, rowdy opening his eyes to look at Bucky. He had the biggest grin on his face. “I … yes …yes …” He already looked flustered.

 

Bucky smile grew even wider as he nodded his head in disbelief. “Anyone that saw you would think that it is your first time ever.”

 

Steve down casted his gaze frowning; tilting his head he awkwardly confessed. “Actually …”

 

“Are you serious?” Bucky asked surprised; without thinking it through he added. “I thought that … you and Peggy ….” He knew he had made a mistake the moment he said it.

 

Steve´s embarrassed frown turn into a mournful scowl. “ We … never had the chance.” In that instant, the elevator door opened. Steve walked out instantly as he told Bucky in a nonchalant tone. “This way.”

 

Bucky followed him silently; angry at himself for being so tactless. Once inside Steve’s room he tried to apologize. “I´m sorry Steve. I shouldn’t have mentioned her … it´s just … it´s still too strange for me … all those memories … all cramped inside my head … I know that they happened a long time ago; but nevertheless, they feel as if they had happened yesterday … I´m not making any sense.” He ended distraught.

 

Steve listened attentively before admitting. “I know how is that like Bucky … I´ve been there. It´s all right. Really. It´s nothing”

 

Bucky looked worryingly at him, knowing it had distraught him more than he was willing to admit. “Don´t lie to me Steve.”

 

Steve sighed disturbed as he sat on his bed. “Sometimes … I feel like everything happened yesterday too.” Bucky sat by his side worryingly eyeing Steve’s´ troubled expression. “First I lost you … and soon after that … I … I lost everything else. Everyone I knew and loved … gone … in a blink of an eye … everything was gone … forever.”

 

“I´m so sorry Steve.” Bucky offered with sincerity. It had been different for him; he had been oblivious, ignoring everything he had lost. He had seen the world evolve bit by bit when they took him out of hibernation for the missions; getting his past back, had been hurtful especially considering he thought he had killed Steve but even then, he hadn’t felt completely lost. He knew his place on the world, or at least he thought he had; vengeance it had given him purpose until he found Steve again. Steve´s sense of loss had been completely different.

 

“It wasn´t your fault …” Steve acknowledged with a guilty look in his eyes as he stared back at Bucky. “It was my fault … I was the one that lost you.”

 

“No, Steve! It wasn´t your fault.” Bucky spat shocked by Steve’s´ words. “We were at war … you did the best you could do … the best anyone could´ve done. I don´t blame you.” He tried to reassure him.

 

“No, it wasn’t enough. I wasn´t enough” Steve spat angry at himself. He didn’t have had to save everyone else, he just had had to save Bucky, why didn´t he?

 

“He´s been heartbroken for too long.” Loki´s words echoed in Bucky´s mind. That was what he was trying to tell him. “No Steve; don´t do that to yourself. You did all you could. You couldn’t have known …”

 

“But I do know now!” He screamed anguished as he stood up giving his back to him. “I do know … now.” He turned with a beseeching look in his teary eyes. “I know exactly what they did to you …” Dropping his gaze too ashamed to look Bucky in the eye he confessed. “He made a point of explaining it to me … step by step … while he …. tortured me … while he gloated … while he told me I was helping him do it to you again …” Bucky could see Steve shaking in anger; his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white. When he opened his eyes again them Bucky´s heart sank; he´d never seen him that pained before; not even when he had stabbed him. “He was right …. I did this to you … I should´ve … I didn´t even look … I didn´t even tried … you must have hated me.” He dropped his head into his chest sobbing.

 

Bucky rushed to hug him as he reassured him. “No, Steve. I could never hate you. It doesn’t matter what he told you; it´s a lie. I never hated you, never, not for one instant.”

 

“I didn´t even mourned you …” Steve whined at the top of his lungs reproaching himself. He felt so guilty.

 

“It was war; we didn´t had time to mourn. Do you forget I lost friends too? I can´t blame you Steve. You only did what you had to do.” Bucky told him while holding Steve protectively to his chest. “Hydra …” He thought furiously; they had no right to do that to Steve. Using his good nature; his love for him, his guilt; to twist them to their own advantage. He should´ve known … that was the one thing they excelled at. Keeping all his fury at bay he heavily told him. “Neither of us can change what happened Steve. But, it´s all in the past now; you need to let go. I´m here with you know, that´s all that matters. And this time we can be together in a way it could never had been before …” He sighed closing his eyes painfully aware of Steve´s every sob. “Back then … I never even dare to dream that … I would be able to tell you how I truly feel about you. I want you to know that … if I had the choice I would go through everything again just for that chance.”

 

“You can´t possibly mean that.” Steve nodded in denial distraught. How could he possibly have meant it?

 

Bucky nodded in disbelief at his words. How could he still ignore how much he meant for him? “You know I would never lie to you Steve.” But he had, he had not only lied to Steve but to himself.

 

“You never … all those years … I thought you didn’t … all those women.” Steve rambled confused as he looked into Bucky´s eyes.

 

“I know.” Bucky admitted with a scowl; he was right, he had hidden it too well. “I was too scared of what could´ve happened to you if anyone ever found out … I even lied to myself.”

 

“I could’ve deal with it.” Steve mildly complained with a frown in his face. All that time … if he had only known.

 

“No Stevie.” Bucky disallowed him. “Four years in those prisons? I might have survived it; but you … you would´ve died in there. I just couldn´t risk it. I chose you to be safe, rather than with me. All we could be back then was friends. That was all we … all I could have … I forsake everything else. I was so caught up at hiding it I didn´t even realized you felt the same way.” He hadn’t been sure, not until Steve had kissed him back while under the water.

 

Steve frown grew deeper. He too had heard the rumors about what happened to people in those jails. There were endless tales of inmates taking their own life’s rather than serving their full-term sentences. It was that bad. “But … afterwards?”

 

Bucky gave him an amused smirk. “And risk giving Captain America a blue discharge? Do you think I would´ve even dared knowing that could happen? Besides … the men needed you, our country needed you … hell the whole world needed you. I´m couldn´t be that selfish.”

 

“But Bucky …” Steve protested once more.

 

“Yes, I know though man. You could´ve dealt with it … somehow.” Bucky smirked; it was so Steve. “That´s exactly why I never told you. I was afraid that if you somehow felt the same way …“He sighed. “I knew just what you would´ve done … and I couldn´t let you.”

 

“But … then … now what?” Steve asked trying to make sense of everything Bucky was telling him. He was still a public figure, and the world still needed him. Where did that left them? Would they have to hide … again?

 

“Things have changed a lot in 90 years … just look at Tony and Loki. Everyone knows about them; I don´t think they know just how lucky they are. They never had to hide it; they never had to fear being dragged in the middle of the night because of who they chose to be with.” Bucky told him.

 

“Not everyone thinks the same way … some still think … it´s unnatural.” Steve volunteered abashed; even if some things changed others remained the same.

 

“I know.” Bucky agreed. “I don’t care about what others might think anymore. I waited too long …. we waited too long.”

 

Steve nodded in agreement feeling hopeful. “Yes … we have.” He looked at Bucky with longing as he felt his heart thumping hard in his chest.

 

“Maybe … it´s time we stop waiting.” Bucky could feel his own heart beating quickly too as he reached for Steve’s´ mouth. He kissed him needingly, fiercely, unafraid. It wasn´t long till he heard a muffled moan from Steve. He bit him hungrily extracting an even louder moan. Grinning widely he twirl Steve making him stumble into the bed; it only took a small push to make Steve fall into it. He paused for an instant; taking a moment to look into Steve´s flustered face as he laid on his back expectantly; his nipples perking up under the tight shirt. Bucky ran his eyes through him; when they arrived at his crotch Bucky bit his own lip aroused, Steve was hard already. “A little eager …. aren´t we?”

 

Steve looked down catching a glimpse of his own cock straining against the fabric of his pants. “You made me wait for over a hundred years … what did you expected?”

 

Bucky couldn´t help to laugh. “Then I guess I´d better make up for that.” He climbed into the bed straddling Steve.

 

Steve gasped, he had never felt more aroused in all his life. “Bucky ..” He was interrupted by his own moan; Bucky had lifted his shirt and skillfully circled his navel with his tongue before travelling up to his sensitive nipples. Sucking hard on them Bucky could feel Steve´s back arching while feverish tried to get some friction to his still neglected shaft.

 

“Don´t be so eager …” Bucky whispered lustfully on his ear. “I´m going to fuck you until you can´t take it anymore … and then … I´m going to fuck you some more.”

 

“Dammit Bucky … stop …teasing me …” Steve reproached him between pants as Bucky nibbled on his ear. “Oh … fuck!” Steve exclaimed while Bucky grinned pleased, he had swiftly reached under Steve´s underwear without any warning. “You mean like that?” He playfully teased him as he gave him a small squeeze.

 

“You … jerk!” Steve spat, Bucky was only toying with him.

 

“Language Captain …” Bucky scolded him jokingly taking his time.

 

“Will you just …” Steve tried to admonish him, but he couldn´t even finish his sentence. Bucky had begun stroking his full-length, building a steady rhythm.

 

“Not a chance … punk … you are mine. I´ll play with you as long as I want. I´m planning to take my time exploring every inch of you.” He told him while Steve panted heavily. He wanted to memorize every muscle, every curve; to discover every sensitive spot and exploit them. He couldn´t take his mind from the fact that he would have to leave soon. He was going to miss Steve terribly, but he didn´t had a choice. He couldn´t risk hurting Steve ever again.

 

“Ah!” Steve writhed under him. “Ah … Bucky …” The urgency in Steve´s tone snapped him out of his thoughts. Suddenly he remembered; it was Steve´s first time … ever. He stopped for a moment looking at Steve´s flustered face; changing his tone for a softer one he asked. “Mmm, you like that don´t you? Can you take some more baby? I´ll make you feel so good …I promise.”

 

Steve opened his eyes, squinting at Bucky’s face as he tried to catch his breath. “Don´t … stop … please … don´t stop! Make me yours …”

 

“Steve …” Bucky volunteered with a satisfaction sigh. “I want you so much it hurts … I love you so much.”

 

“I love you too Bucky.” Steve answered full heartedly. “Now … could you … just … fuck me already?” He ended with a playful grin.

 

“At your orders, Captain.” Bucky jokingly answered more than ready to comply. Before Steve could react he skillfully unbuttoned Steve’s´ pants and yanked them down. Greedily he took all of Steve’s cock into his mouth.

 

“Fuck … fuck … fuck!” Steve panted unprepared for the new sensation Bucky´s warm mouth provoked on him.

 

Bucky had to take Steve´s cock out of his mouth for a moment; he just couldn´t help to laugh … some things had changed. He couldn´t remember Steve coursing that much. He admonished him jokingly. “If you keep swearing that much I’m just going to have to …” Steve interrupted him midsentence with a feverish kiss.

 

Bucky kissed him back fierce fully pinning Steve to the bed; hungrily he bit his neck. Steve whimpered; it hurt but at the same time it felt so arousing. Bucky kept biting and sucking delighted at the needy whimpering noises Steve was making. He bit him a little harder next time extracting a louder moan.

 

“You really like rough, don´t you?” He questioned him teasingly before sucking hard enough to leave a hickey rubbing his pelvis against Steve’s´.

 

“Yes … yes …” Steve panted; his dick trapped between their bodies getting the stimulation he had long craved for.

 

“I want to see you … all of you.” Bucky told him lustfully. “Let’s lose the clothes.” He tugged Steve´s shirt up revealing his naked torso. Suddenly he noticed two faint white lines he hadn’t seen before, tracing Steve´s abdomen and left side. He realized those were the places where he had stabbed him. Frowning he traced them delicately with the point of his fingers absentmindedly. Steve noticed his troubled expression and gingerly volunteered. “It wasn´t your fault.”

 

“I know …” Bucky agreed before looking up. “I´ll never allow something like this to happen ever again, you believe me; right?”

 

Steve smiled kindly. “I believe you.” He rose to kiss him. “It wasn´t you.”

 

“How can you forgive me that easily?” Bucky asked bewildered; not even a small hint of a reproach; none.

 

“Because I love you.” Steve offered plainly.

 

“Bucky smirked. “I love you too punk.”

 

Steve frowned at the once familiar pet name. “I think you can stop calling me that; don´t you?”

 

“What do you mean? You don’t like it? You never said anything before.” Bucky asked surprised by Steve´s words.

 

“No, it isn´t that … those nick names … jerk, punk … I don´t think I’ve realized before … but that´s not … they mean something else; don´t they?” Steve asked feeling unsure.

 

“Well …” Bucky admitted. “I couldn´t just call you darling, could I?”

 

“I guess not.” Steve giggled picturing the scene. “Not back then. But I wouldn´t mind you doing it now.” He blushed amused by his own suggestion.

 

Bucky laughed out loud; Steve´s smile warmed his heart. How could he had gone for long without telling him that? Down casting his gaze, he bit his lip nervously before telling him. “Umm … Steve. Now that we kind of made a pause I kind of need to tell you something …” Bucky scratched his nape nervously.

 

Steve sighed upset. “You’re leaving for deprogramming.”

 

“You knew?” Bucky spat surprised.

 

“I overheard you and Natasha talking … you both thought I was sleeping.” Steve admitted.

 

“I … I´m sorry Steve I know it´s too soon and I should´ve said something but … I just didn´t know how. Although … that´s not what I wanted to tell you.” Bucky volunteered between distraught and nervous.

 

Steve looked up at him slightly scared. “What then?” He questioned anxiously.

 

“I … well … I know it doesn´t look that way but … I´ve got no idea of what to do next. I mean … I kind of know … well, I saw some drawings but … that really doesn´t exactly cover the how part …” Bucky confessed worryingly, what if he did it the wrong way? Wouldn´t that hurt Steve? Steve opened his mouth unsure of what to say; he didn’t have a clue either. “Don´t you have a book or something we can look at for … I don´t know … get some pointers?” Looking at Steve frowning confused Bucky disregarded his last comment. “Forget it! It´s Steve Rogers I´m talking about! Of course, you don´t!”

 

Steve kept frowning in deep thinking. “We could always ask Tony … or Loki.” Bucky frowned at his suggestion; like he could felt comfortable doing that. “Or we could just try to figure it out on our own.” Those were really all their options.

 

Bucky sighed disgruntled as he laid next to Steve looking at the ceiling considering their options. “You knew about the deprogramming … why you didn´t said anything?” He asked suddenly.

 

“What could I say? That I didn´t wanted you to leave? I understand why you have to … I just … I´m going to miss you terribly.” Steve acknowledged sadly.

 

“That´s it” Bucky sprang out of bed decided. “I´m asking Tony”

 

“Wait! What?” Steve asked taken by surprise.

 

“We have barely two days before I leave. I´ll be dammed if I waste another second. “ He climbed back into bed to kiss Steve fervently pinning him down again. “I´m going to get us some instructions … darling. Now get some rest cause when I get back … you are not getting any.“ He teasingly gave Steve´s flaccid dick a not so gentle squeeze that made Steve gasp.

 

Before Steve could say anything, he was gone. He leaned on his elbows staring at his own cock. “Dammit Bucky … you …” He had left him more than half naked and horny. He sighed between amused and annoyed as he proceeded to get his trousers off him. Resigned he tuck himself under the covers; he´d better try to get some rest. Something told him Bucky wasn´t joking about what he was going to do when he got back. He smiled sheepishly … Bucky was coming back … no matter how long the deprogramming would take … Bucky was back in his life … for good … until the end of the line.

THE END

Aftermath

Steve had closed his eyes as Bucky continued kissing him swooned into his warm kiss. Suddenly Bucky felt Steve´s body over relaxing; he broke the kiss worryingly.

Half asleep but satisfied eyes fixed on him; now that the danger had passed the physical exhaustion of the past days had caught up with him. He exhaled in a sigh smiling as he timidly asked. “Can I sleep now?” His pleading tone, the question itself … not even Steve was aware of how close they had been to breaking him … Bucky bit his lip heartbroken wondering just how much would Steve had endured during his captivity. He was still scrambling into his brain for an answer when Steve interrupted his thoughts. “You are so warm …” He snuggled closer to him trying to draw even just a small part of his body heat into his own skin. Bucky frowned puzzled by his remark; he didn´t felt warm. As a matter of fact his clothes were still damp; after their race to the Quinjet he had managed to fight the cold, but he didn´t felt warm. Concerned he touched Steve´s cheek, he was still stone-cold despite the jacket Clint had placed on his back and the emergency blankets that wrapped the rest of his body.

 

“Steve … you are freezing.” Bucky volunteered looking worryingly at him.

 

“We need to get him out of those wet clothes.” Clint told him dryly. They didn´t had the time to do it before.

 

“I think we might need to get those shackles off him first.” Tony volunteered with a frown in his face.

 

“I can´t break them.” Bucky informed them heavily. “I´ve tried.” They had thought of everything.

 

“Maybe I could try cutting them off with the laser.” Tony thought out loud which draw everyone´d attention to him. That didn´t sounded like the best idea. “Or … maybe not.” He offered feeling everyone´s shocked glares on him.

 

“Men.” Natasha spat annoyed pulling out a small picklock that had been hidden on her belt. “A lock is a lock.” She plainly informed them while approaching Bucky and Steve. “Can I?” She asked Steve kindly; none of them knew exactly what Hydra had done to him yet but they could make an educated guess based on his appearance. She didn´t wanted to startle him nor awake any recent memories.

 

“Umm, yes …” Steve agreed placing one of his shackled wrists on her extended palm. He sighed; sleep would have to wait. After fidgeting with the picklock for less than a minute the shackle fell to the floor with a loud clank. Dark bruising as well as red angry lines had been hiding under it.  Natasha looked up at him upset by the state of his wrist. Steve had winced slightly while she manipulated the lock; grimacing in pain when the pressure of the shackle suddenly lifted, now he observed his own wounds absentmindedly. He remembered the pain as he was hoisted up.

 

“Steve …” Natasha´s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Steve frowned confused for a second trying to concentrate on what Natasha was telling him. “Uh? I´m sorry … I´m just so exhausted.” He offered his other wrist to her.

 

“It´s ok.” Natasha accepted his apology even if that wasn´t the reason she had called his attention. He didn´t needed to worry about that sort of thing right now.

 

When both of his wrists were free Steve softly nursed them, wincing when he touched a particular sore spot. At least he was free now.

 

Clint swiftly offered Steve a bundle of clothes as he told him. “I´m afraid we didn´t brought an extra set of clothes for you; this was all I could find. They might be a little tight except for your jacket but at least they are dry.

 

“It´s all right.” Steve thanked him with a small smile.

 

Tony was distracted working on a mental list of everything he now thought the Quinjet should be equipped with; he just hated feeling unprepared. A medical compartment equipped with anything they could use during an emergency; it couldn’t be big; but it would be useful if  they could use it also as dressing room. The thought had popped into his mind when he noticed there really wasn´t a place in the craft to change in private. Not that it mattered much; after all they had all seen more than enough of Steve on the hospital. But it would be nice to have some sort of privacy on the Quinjet. His mind began to wander about introducing Loki to the Mile-High Club when Steve removed Clint´s jacket from his shoulders.

 

The whole team had dropped silent shockingly staring at the condition of Steve´s back; their expressions varying from pained to enraged. Hydra hadn´t lost any time torturing him; all kinds of cuts and bruises crossed all of his back, older and fresher wounds coexisting in the same places. His healing factor had played against him allowing Hydra to pursue his reeducation relentlessly.

 

“God, Steve!” Bucky was the first to speak expressing his concern while at the same time burying down his anger. “If I ever get my hands on whoever did this to you he´ll be lucky if I just kill him…” He hid the dark thoughts of Steve knowing they would upset him.

 

“We´d better fly him straight top the base.” Natasha suggested distraught. “He might need a medic after all.”

 

“Humans!” Loki growled vexed. “I´ve had it with your archaic forms of healing!” Without waiting for any reply to his outburst he knelt next to Steve. Looking at him sternly he ordered. “Give me your hands right now!”

 

“But …. Loki!” Tony complained instantly; they had been fighting for at least two hours.

 

“I don´t want to hear it Stark!” He warned him irked before sighing upset. He hadn´t meant to sound that harsh. “They are only flesh wounds Tony.” He looked back at his lover trying to comfort him.

 

Steve looked at him astonished; besides from Tony he didn´t recalled Loki offering to heal one of them. They usually had to ask him, and he didn´t used to do it if we was too tired unless it was a real emergency. “Loki … are you sure?” He asked him flabbergasted feeling his heart pumping hard at the unexpected gesture. “ I mean … I …”

 

Loki interrupted him smirking warmly at him. “What´s the worst than could happen Steve? That I´ll need to rest afterwards? The enemy has been defeated. I think I can take the risk.” Next he leaned to whisper on his ear. “Now … stop blushing.”

 

Steve bit his lip nervously as he blushed even more. It just wasn´t a reflex he could control. “God … you are terrible.” He acknowledged with a wry smile as he surrendered his hands to Loki.

 

Loki took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but before he started the incantation he opened them again as he warned everyone. “Keep quiet; this isn’t as easy as it seems. I really need to concentrate…” He closed his eyes again only to open them a second later annoyed by something. “Tony … you are thinking too loud.”

 

“What??!” Tony spat shocked at his comment. Loki just gave him a stern look that spelled  “Stop staring at me”.

 

Tony huffed nodding in disbelief; yes, he was staring. His boyfriend was healing not only their friend but the person he had kissed less than a week ago. It might be petty of him, but he still felt a pang of jealousy. “I´ll go to the cockpit” He volunteered shrugging it off rather annoyed. Half way there he smirked nodding amused; Loki definitely knew how to put up a show.

 

Bucky frowned intrigued by the whole scene and just looked at Loki questioningly.

 

“Do you want to join him?” Loki questioned him sternly startling Bucky who just surrender a dry. “No.”

 

“Then be quiet.” Loki ordered him; he knew Bucky loved Steve deeply and vice versa but that didn´t meant he liked him. Not right now at least.

 

Clint and Natasha just looked at each other amused; something had definitely happened between Steve and Loki during the time they had been away. Whatever “it” was it would be worth risking Loki´s wrath to find out.

 

“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat staring right at them unamused.

 

“Umm, sorry.” Clint volunteer; next he mocked him wryly. “We´ll think quietly.”

 

Steve just couldn´t refrain from laughing any more.

 

Loki looked back at him equally amused by Clint´s witty comment; but most of all he was glad of hearing Steve´s laugh. Scolding him softly he motioned his silence. “Shhh.” He explained him pained. “I´m sorry, but this might sting a bit.”

 

“I understand; I´ll be fine.” Steve nodded in agreement.

 

Taking again a deep breath Loki closed his eyes, he kept breathing deeply until he felt concentrated enough. A green aura lit around him traveling from him to Steve´s body closing any opened wounds on its path; as well as any internal ones’. Bruising faded as the broken blood vessels under them healed. Loki frowned deeply as he struggled to maintain the spell a little longer; but he was too spent from the battle. He broke it off suddenly with an exhausted panting leaning into Steve´s forehead opening his eyes; they both looked equally exhausted. “Better?” He sincerely asked.

 

“Much better.” Steve admitted with a relieved smile; he had been in quite some pain even if he had refrained from mentioning it to the others. They were worried enough. “Thank you”

 

“That´s what friends are for.” Loki volunteered while accepting his gratitude; changing his tone for a sterner one he told him. “Don´t you ever do something like this ever again. We all were worried sick about you.” Everyone nodded their heads on approval as they voiced out their endorsement to Loki´s statement.

 

“I´m … sorry.” Steve admitted taken aback by their reactions. “I really hope that nothing like this ever happens again.”

 

“Don´t tell Tony … but, I think I over did it.” He suddenly offered with a sly smile.

 

“I heard that.” Tony spat surprising Loki who just smiled weary at him. He had come back as soon as Loki started casting the spell.

 

“I thought you had left.” Loki acknowledged spent.

 

Tony knelt down in order to help him up as he slyly told him. “I hate people telling me what to do.” He volunteered while helping Loki up. “Besides, you know I would never leave you alone again.” Loki looked at him pleasantly surprised; he had remembered his promise.

 

“If I wasn´t this tired ….” He acknowledged looking lovingly at Tony as they sat on the left seat isle of the craft.

 

“I know …” Tony whispered lustfully in his ear before he leads Loki´s head to rest on his shoulder. “Chocolate?” He offered playfully a small wrapping that Loki snatched delighted before hurryingly unwrapping it and taking a satisfied bite. “Mmm … I love you.”

 

Tony snorted amused. “Are you talking to me e or to the chocolate?”

 

“Both.” Loki offered jokingly. Everything was fine; he hadn’t felt at peace in such a long time.

 

Clint, Natasha and Steve smiled warmly at the scene; it has been ages since they had seen Tony and Loki that happy.

 

Bucky´s gaze went form one person to the next wondering what had been all of that about. Also he was making a mental note about asking Steve about his relationship with Loki. He had felt strangely jealous about their interaction.  Looking back at Steve he asked him. “Do you need any help?”

 

Steve looked intently into Bucky´s eyes; if they were alone he just might had said yes. “I … think I can handle.” He volunteered abashed.

 

Clint and Natasha looked back at them. “We´ll be in the cockpit.” Natasha volunteered dragging Clint along. “Let´s take all the love birds home.” She whispered with a smirk to Clint´s ear who almost busted laughing. “Um, yes; what she said. We´ll be in the cockpit.” He agreed utterly amused.

 

Tony and Loki seemed to have fallen asleep content of being in each other´s arms.

 

“Bucky I …” Steve looked at him unsure of what to say first.

 

Bucky smiled warmly at him; he could see the questions piling up inside Steve´s brain. “We´ll have enough time to talk. Let´s get you dry first.” He caressed Steve’s cheek gently as he smiled fondly at him; he was safe at last. Next he asked worryingly. “Did they fed you? He knew Hydra´s methods all to well.

 

“No.” Steve admitted distraught. There was only one reason Bucky could knew to ask him that. He frowned with a heavy heart imagining Bucky been subjected to the same tortures he was; only … no one had come to his rescue. “I´m sorry.” He confessed with tears on his eyes.

 

“You keep saying that.” Bucky pointed out concerned as he dried Steve´s tears. “Even when … I stabbed you. “He looked at him pained by the memory. “Steve, what on God´s name you have to be sorry about?”

 

Silent tears kept rolling out of his eyes as he explained. “I … I should´ve looked for you … back then. Maybe if I hadn´t just assumed you were death …” There was true pain in his eyes.

 

Bucky sighed deeply before snatching a t-shit from the bundle of clothes Clint had given Steve; as he pulled it over´s Steve head he told him. “You couldn’t have known.” He motioned Steve to help him with the sleeves. “I have nothing to forgive you about Steve. It wasn´t your fault.”

 

“But …” Steve protested weakly as he rolled the shirt down. It was a bit tight as Clint had told him; it probably was Bruce´s.

 

“Steve … you are cold, hungry and exhausted. I know we have much to talk and we will.” Bucky acknowledged kindly; Steve always seemed to forget about himself. “But for now you need to dress up, eat and get some sleep … so, unless you want me to help you with your clothing …”

 

Steve blushed fiercely at his words …. If only they were alone.

 

“Oh…” Bucky felt bemused and aroused at the same time; he did want him too. He bit his lip conflicted. “I … don’t think this is the right place for …”

 

Steve nodded his head swiftly in denial still flustered. “No, it´s not. I just …” So many thoughts and feelings overwhelmed him.

 

Bucky smirked mischievously at him. “We´ll have enough time to talk about … that … maybe we can do more than … talk.” He kissed him hungrily feeling Steve´s quickening heart beat; his Steve. This time he really was his.

Just … hold on

They were just minutes from landing the Quinjet; knowing there was a big possibility Hydra was prepared for them was an unsettling feeling. If Bucky was right and everything was a trap to lure him in, he would be the person with the best chances to get Steve back.

 

“I think you should have this.” Clint told Bucky gravely as he offered Steve´s shield to him. Natasha had retrieve it before the enemy base collapsed.

 

Bucky refused quickly holding up his hands in denial while nodding his head negatively. “No, I can´t.” It represented everything Steve was; and he now wasn´t.

 

Clint pushed it into his chest sternly. “Yes you can and you will! “ Looking at Bucky´s bewildered expression he added. “I know you know how to use it. Besides … Steve might need it.”

 

Bucky sighed defeated as he nodded in agreement; he was right. “all right. But I´m just holding it for Steve.”

 

“For Steve.” Clint agreed gravely; none of them had ever thought his absence would weight so heavily on their hearts.

 

“Are you sure we can´t get Thor or Banner back?” Tony asked Loki one more time.

 

Loki grunted annoyed. “I´ve told you already that the answer is no. It´s not like I just can give him a call. And even if I could somehow reach him the odds are that he´ll have his own problems to handle. He wouldn´t have taken Bruce with him otherwise.” He reminded him sternly.

 

“So … it´s just us then.” Tony scowl worryingly. What if Hydra had a trap designed specifically for every one of them?

 

“What do you mean it´s just us?” Loki eyed him more than annoyed by his comment. Like if they weren´t going to be enough.

 

“No … sorry. I didn´t mean it that way. It´s just … I wish they were here with us. You know, for …” It didn´t mattered he had been so angry at him only a couple of days before; he was too worried now to care about that. “Are you really going to make me say it?” He whined discomforted.

 

“It wouldn´t hurt you to say it.” Loki reprimanded him angrily. Tony´s frown grew even bigger. Loki sighed in disbelief. “He won´t give in that easy.”

 

“Are you talking about Steve or Bucky?” Tony asked curiously.

 

“Probably both.” Loki acknowledged; he might not like Bucky but it seemed he did care deeply about Steve. “Now stop looking so gloomy.” He ordered him firmly. “We have work to do.”

 

“Ready guys?” Clint spoke up as they maneuvered to land in a snowy plain field between some trees. “Let´s just stick to the plan. Whatever happens one of us must get to Steve, all right?”

 

Everyone agreed. “Yes.”

 

“Now let’s go get our boy back!” He ended while getting an arrow out of his quill.

 

Fight broke out the second they step out of the Quinjet just as they had expected. As they got deeper into the base one by one they were separated until only Bucky remained. They wanted him alone; that much became obvious when he walked undisturbed through several levels. Still there was no sign of Steve anywhere. Suddenly he walked into what it seemed an underground harbor under the poor lighting. No one in sights as in the levels before.

 

Taking him by surprise all the lights turned on. “I´ve been expecting you … soldier.” Shuralov welcomed him from behind a control panel.

 

“Where´s Steve?” Bucky yelled angrily while pointing his gun at him. They better have not killed him …

 

“Captain Rogers?” Shuralov asked feigning surprise before changing his tone. “so rude of me … I almost forgot.” With a maniacal grin on his face he pulled up a lever.

 

A metallic sound called Bucky´s attention; placed at the middle of the harbor there was a chain in the water that now was being pulled out swiftly by the pulley mechanism. His heart skipped a beat when a couple of shackled hands emerged. His eyes widened in horror as he recognized Steve´s battered body. As soon as his head was above the water Steve began coughing harshly; some of the water had found its way into his lungs. Bucky paled with rage wondering how long had he been submerged before he arrived.  The chain kept pulling him up until he was about 50 feet above the water. His chest and feet were bare; his trousers were the only clothing item they had left him. Bucky clenched his jaw vexed at the spectacle feeling his blood boil as Steve raised his head; he had a split lip, a black eye that was beginning to fade and a large purple bruise on one of his cheeks.

 

“Bucky” He spat in a sigh; forcing a weak smile. They had come for him … during the last past hours he had begun to fear they wouldn´t get to him on time.

 

Bucky heart sank at his state. “I told you I would find you.” He said loud enough for Steve to hear. Just hang in there Steve … I’m here for you. Turning to Shuralov he ordered menacingly. “Let him go!”

 

“I don´t think so.” Shuralov volunteered smiling with an air of self-satisfaction.

 

“I don´t think you understood me.” Bucky yelled enraged while aiming his riffle at him. “I said let him go.”

 

“No.” Was Shuralov´s calm answer looking straight at Bucky in defiance. Next he flicked a switch in the console. Immediately an electrical current ran through the chain towards Steve who screamed in pain when the discharge reached him.

 

Bucky took his shot against Shuralov; nothing happened. He shot again sure he had hit the mark the first time. Shuralov laughed before he pressed another button turning some extra-lights on just before flicking the switch off. The whole panel was encased in a bullet proof glass; Bucky´s shoots haven´t even dent it.

 

Bucky frowned upset lowering his gun as he alternated his gaze between Steve who shivered hiding his face from him after the electric shock and Shuralov who smiled pleased.

 

“Now that I´ve made myself clear. Give up or I´ll …” He flicked the switch on again zapping Steve again.

 

Bucky snarled at him irked for an instant before turning his eyes anguished to Steve who writhed in pain. “Wait!” He yelled distressed; down casting his gaze he added. “Let him go … and … I´ll surrender myself to you.” He couldn´t bare Steve suffering like that anymore.

 

“Bucky no!” Steve yelled alarmed through tears of pain.” Don´t do it! I ….” He contorted under a new wave of electricity.

 

“Be quiet.” Shuralov harshly scolded him taking his time to flick the switch off. “We are talking.”

 

Steve trembled strongly in a superhuman effort to quiet his sobs. If Bucky saw him that broken … he fell at the end of his strength.

 

“Surrender yourself … and I´ll let him go.” Shuralov offered in response without any intention of holding up to that promise.

 

Bucky frowned as he kept eyeing both Steve and Shuralov. “How do I know you´ll keep your word?” He asked sternly, he wasn´t sure how much Steve could withstand. He had to think of something …

 

“You don´t.” Shuralov acknowledge wryly. “You can either give up or …” He pulled the lever down dropping Steve a couple of feet’s before stopping his fall harshly; extracting a painful grunt from Steve in the process. “I could just immerse your friend while I flick the switch. I´m curious; what do you think will give out first? His heart or his lungs?” He said arrogantly thinking he had already won.

 

Bucky knew there wasn´t a chance that he would deliver on his word. He turned sideways slightly trying to position himself in the right angle and at the same time keeping his movements hidden from him long as he could. Reaching for Steve´s shield with his left arm he threw it as swiftly as he could against the chain snapping it in half dropping Steve into the water with a loud splash. “How about you die instead?” Within a second he started firing against the bullet proof glass relentlessly knowing it would only take some time to pierce through it. He looked askance at the water surface; there was no sign of Steve. He grunted upset firing one more time at the glass; just small cracks had appeared … he didn´t had the time for that. Without any further delay he plunged into the water after Steve. He found him a couple of meters from the surface struggling to untangle himself from the heavy chain that dragged him down. Swiftly he reached him; their eyes meeting for a few seconds; Steve´s face filled up with relief at his presence warming Bucky´s heart. He tried for a moment to free his hands from the shackles in vain; it was useless they probably had been made for him. Knowing Steve´s air supply wouldn´t last too long he untangled the heavy chain from the shackles and pointed Steve up. Steve nodded in agreement as he laboriously started to make his way to the surface.

 

Shuralov had hidden behind the panel when the first crack appeared on the glass. When Bucky stopped firing he rose up catching a glimpse of him diving into the harbor. Furiously he growled. “This isn´t over … soldier.” Resentfully he pushed a red button. The whole base blinked with red lights; he had activated the self-destruction. Laughing manically while the first explosion caved the ceiling above him unexpectedly. Blood splattered everywhere when a heavy block squashed him. More heavy blocks fell into the water.

 

When Steve rose up from the water big rubble chunks kept falling all around him. He twirled around looking. “Bucky! Bucky!” He yelled desperate; there was no sign of him anywhere. He huffed distraught; next he took a deep breath and submerged looking for him; nothing. “Bucky! Bucky!” He kept calling for him in despair. Forsaking the fact that the whole place seemed to be falling over his head he dived again. This time he went deeper despite his shackled hands. Through murky waters he finally found him; a beam had fallen over him pinning Bucky against the bottom. He tried lifting it up unsuccessfully; looking worryingly at Bucky´s unconscious face he frowned deeply before rising up again. Once in the surface he inspired repeatedly trying to get as much air as possible into his lungs before diving back. Struggling he held Bucky´s face between his shackled hands. “Please …” He begged as he closed his eyes and proceeded to blow all the air in his lungs into his mouth. “Don´t leave me … not again …” He prayed with all his heart.

 

Maybe it was the air being blown into his lungs; maybe it was the soft touch of Steve’s´ lips on his own, but whatever the reason Bucky suddenly came to. He squinted surprised when he found Steve blowing his own air into him with his eyes closed; frowning in deep anguish at his current predicament. Knowing there might not be another chance Bucky held Steve’s’ temples gently and kissed him. If he was going to die he wanted to steal that one moment; he poured his entire soul into that one kiss trying to convey all the love he felt for him. Steve opened his eyes startled. Bucky … his Bucky was … kissing him? His heart pounded hard in his chest overjoyed … if only he wasn´t trapped under the beam. He knew it could very well be their last moment together; he would never abandon him. Closing his eyes again he kissed him back heart fully letting himself fade into their kiss, wishing it could last forever.

 

Suddenly he could feel some movement in the water as well as a low hum growing. Instinctively he opened the eyes to find Tony in his Iron-Man suit looking at them with his arms crossed. Tony was grinning widely inside his helmet. “Just look at you two.” He thought to himself. “The whole place is falling down and you are canoodling.”

 

Steve tapped Bucky´s shoulder hurriedly before breaking their kiss. He pointed the heavy beam to Tony, next he pointed to Bucky and lastly to the surface.

 

Yes, I know. Your boyfriend is pinned down under it.” Tony thought still amused. He nodded affirmatively as he joined Steve in his effort to release Bucky from under the rubble. Between both they raised the beam out of the way not without some effort; Bucky winced slightly when they finally did free him. Noticing Steve signaled quickly to Tony. “Take him up.” Tony swiftly nodded in agreement as he fired his propellers lifting Bucky to the surface in a matter of seconds.

 

Unknown to Tony and Bucky was the fact that Steve had given Bucky all of his air leaving none for himself. After all he had thought he could hold his breath for a very long time; and it would´ve been the truth … if he had been in optimal conditions. Delayed by the weight of the shackles and his worn out body his slow ascent was interrupted by the undeniable instinct to breathe. Betrayed by his need for air, cold water filled his lungs instantly. His eyes widened panicked for an instant as he choked; then … nothing. “He´s safe.” His last conscious thought as he surrendered himself into the darkness.

Tony flew Bucky up to a ledged that oversee the harbor formed by rubble that had fallen from the upper levels where Loki waited for them anxiously. He coughed harshly as he spat some water that had found its way in. “Steve.” He asked hastily between coughs.

 

“Don´t worry he …” Tony turned around expecting to see Steve on the surface waiting for him to lift him up. “Damn!” He coursed out loud plunging back immediately. It didn´t took him long to find Steve´s lifeless body slowly drifting with the current on his way to the bottom of the harbor. “God, no …!” He exclaimed distraught muffling a sob. Gently but quickly he cradled Steve’s body within his arms. He looked at him through tearful eyes; he looked like a sleeping angel, a peaceful smile in his face despite his injured features that were softly stroked by his golden hair floating disarranged with the current.

 

“Tony! What´s wrong?” Loki asked alarmed over the comlink after hearing him. He feared the answer his mind was giving him.

 

“Take Bucky outside …” Tony ordered gravely straining his voice not to break. “I’m taking Steve to the surface with the others … Loki … hurry!”

 

His tone confirmed Loki´s fears; he paled at the thought.

 

“What happened?” Bucky yelled equally alarmed. Something was wrong …

 

“I … don´t know.” Loki lied to him. “He’s´ taking Steve straight to the Quinjet. We´ll need to run.” Loki told him anxiously, he didn´t had enough energy to teleport; not after the harsh battle they had been in.

 

Bucky raised up hastily; without any further word between themselves, they both started running to the exit through the rubble that kept falling in some points of the structure. Their hearts beating fast not only because of the effort but also by the fear of not getting to Steve on time.

 

“Clint!” Tony called out anguished while swiftly making his way through falling rubble. “It´s Steve … he needs help!”

 

“What happened?” Clint inquired worryingly. He only recalled hearing Tony that alarmed before … when Doom took Loki away.

 

“He … drowned … “He could feel the weight the words as he uttered them; making everything real. “I … the whole place is falling down … God!” He struggled to find the right words unbalanced by the loss of his friend.

 

“Tony calm down!” Clint ordered sternly. “How long was he down?” He demanded strongly. I´m not going to lose him.

 

“I … I´m not sure … a minute, maybe two … I don´t know.” He volunteered distraught. Not Steve, not like this …

 

“We haven´t lost him yet, you hear me Tony?” He yelled trying to snap Tony out of his grief. “We haven´t lost him yet! Bring him in as fast as you can. You hear me? Fly him straight to us. “

 

It took Tony a moment to pull himself together; breaking the silence he answered. “Copy that.”

 

Clint and Natasha looked at each other relieved of hearing Tony more calm. In less than a minute they could hear the sound of Tony´s repulsors and quickly scanned the skies for him.

As soon as he landed they ran towards him. Their eyes widened for a second harrowed; Steve´s lips had a blueish tone, partly because of the lack of oxygen partly due to the ice cold water he had been plunged in.

 

“Oh God!” Clint exclaimed distraught as he meant to take Steve from Tony´s armored arms. Steve was stone-cold and soaking wet nothing on him except for his trousers. Without thinking it twice he removed his jacket and wrapped Steve with it as he lifted him with great effort and took him inside the Quinjet. Lying Steve in the floor of the craft he told Natasha hurryingly. “I´ll do the compressions, you breathe for him.” Natasha agreed with a nod as she started to count the compressions. Thirty chest compressions followed by two rescue breaths; they had to stick to that rythm. Clint pushed with all his strenght, suddenly he looked up for Tony. “We need to raise his temperature … bring the emergency blankets and … I don´t know; does this thing have a heating setting or something?”

 

“If it doesn´t it will have in a minute.” Tony volunteered removing the rest of his armour as fast as he could.

 

Loki and Bucky arrived as Natasha leaned to listen for normal breath sounds, checking for Steve´s breath on her cheek and ear. “Nothing.” She volunteered anxiously.

 

“Don´t do this to us Steve …” Clint scolded him distraught while continuing with the compressions. Natasha kept giving him two breaths every 30 compressions expectantly.

 

Tony placed his hand over his mouth nervously. He had done everything Clint had asked of him; having nothing else to do made him feel useless. Loki knew exactly how he felt; healing spells didn´t covered deaths by drowning either. He walked up to Tony slowly and looked into his eyes sorrowful. Tony took his eyes from Steve when he felt his gaze on him; their emotions mirrored in each other´s teary eyes. They held each other hands with a tight grip desperately trying to give each other the slightest measurement of comfort, soon their eyes were brought back to the scene playing in front of them.

 

Bucky was on his knees beside Steve; hoping against all odds for a miracle. Thick tears travelled from his eyes soaking the floor beneath him s time passed. Fearfully he reached for Steve´s motionless hand and very sweetly hold it in his. He broke down heartbroken leaning down enough to hold Steve’s hand to his face; he kissed it softly sniffling … he was so cold, so cold.  With great effort he quiets his own sobs; he needed to say it even if it was too late. “I … I kept my promise Stevie … remember? I told you … that I would find you … no matter what.” He had to stop as he sniffled letting out a heart broken sigh. It wasn´t fair … he had lost him … he had just got him back and now he had lost him … again. Bawling he reproached him. “You just had … to … hold on.” He couldn´t continue; it hurt too much. Almost at the same time a choking sound came from Steve´s throat followed by harsh coughing that threw some water out of his lungs.

 

Swiftly Clint and Natasha turned him sideways allowing the rest of the water to come out. When he finished coughing they laid him down again. All of them were crying tears of joys without exception; feeling fortunate to have him back with them.

 

Steve looked at them questioningly through tired eyes and gingerly asked in a coarse voice. “Who died?”

 

“You did! You stupid punk!” Bucky told him while leaning down to embrace him; scooping him up between his arms tightly as he kept crying overwhelmed.

 

“No … I didn´t … jerk.” Steve jokingly answered relieved everything had ended. He was on Bucky´s arms; the only place he had always felt safe. He sighed satisfied just as he had done so many times before when they were kids. “Bucky … you are squeezing me too tight.” He complained wincing under Bucky´s tight embrace.

 

“Tough luck.” Bucky repplied strong headed as he loosen his embrace to look Steve straight to his eyes. “Because I´m never letting you go. You hear me? Never again!” Next he kissed him passionately, surprising a wide-eyed Steve that melted within a second in his arms.

In Enemy Hands

Warning: Steve´s been tortured by Hydra while Bucky looks for him relentlessly.

A sudden splash of ice-cold water awoke him abruptly. He gasped startled and found himself hanging from a chain; his arms bounded over his head; the chain was stringed so tight he had to stand on tip toes. His shoes and shirt were missing; the only clothing item they had left were his trousers.

 

He pulled forcibly from the chain in an attempt to break it or at least loosen it but his efforts were in vain. Behind him he could heard someone snort at his feeble attempt.

 

“Don´t waste your time. Those chains were designed to keep your friend Barnes in place while we reeducated him; you won´t be able to break them.” A tall thin man emerged from the darkness; his name was Nicholas Shuralov. He was the base chief and also one of Hydra´s Russian specialists in Dr. Faustus methods. He was a cold hearted man descendant of former aristocrats; for him brainwashing was a form of art and nothing pleased him more than practicing it. “You know Captain Rogers; Steve … can I call you Steve? I think it´s more personal that way and soon we are going to be very well acquainted with each other.” He grinned in anticipation of what he had planned to do to him.

 

“What do you want from me?” Steve asked sternly turning his head to face the man.

 

“Only to show you the truth.” Shuralov offered with a smile. “You´ve been fighting for how long? Since War World II? Do you really think you´ve made the world a better place? Every day in the news there´s a new conflict; a new war. Don´t you think it´s time to consider you´ve been fighting in the wrong side. Hydra wants peace, is it not what you want too?”

 

Steve listened while scowling, it was clear what they wanted from him.  “That´s a lie.” He spat angrily.

 

Shuvalov signed feigning disappointment. “I see. You are not ready for embracing the truth just yet …. but, you will be.” He ended in a menacing tone which made Steve´s heart race in apprehension. Turning to leave he volunteered candidly. “Don´t forget Steve, you are bringing this upon yourself; and you can end it at any time. You just have to … accept you are wrong.” Turning back with a nod he gave the order while he said out loud. “He´s all yours.”

 

The metallic creak of the chain being pulled up concealed the muffled painful moan that escaped Steve´s lips when he was hoisted above the ground. He was still struggling to overcome the pain the new position caused him when a swishing sound announced the first stroke.

 

Shuralov smirked with self-satisfaction as he closed the door of the cell hearing Steve groan in pain. They hadn´t expected to find Captain America when the container reached the base; but for him it had been a pleasant surprise. The ultimate challenge …

 

“Sir, we have a new report from the field. They searched everywhere but they couldn´t find the book.” A middle aged officer reported grimly.

 

Shuralov grunted displeased; the codes for activating the Winter Soldier were gone. The only ones that had knew them had perished. “It´s a shame comrade Alexandrov. Nevertheless, it will only delay our plans. “Unexpectedly that also gave him another opportunity to … practice his art and this time he would make sure to do it right. “We programmed him once, we can always do it again.”

 

“Certainly Sir.” Alexandrov agreed relieved, he stood still waiting for be dismissed.

 

“I have an assignment for you.” Shuralov volunteered suddenly. “According to our reports the Soldier is currently looking for the Captain. I want you to leak our position to him.”

 

“Sir?” Alexandrov questioned in disbelief. After the destruction of Karavayev´s base? He wanted to lead him to them?

 

“There´s no need to chase our asset back; not when we can just lure him back to us.” Shuralov acknowledged dryly. “We have the perfect bait. We´ll use the Captain to convince him to cooperate.”

 

“And if he doesn´t?” Alexandrov questioned with curiosity.

 

“It would be a shame but … the soldier is our priority. “ Shuralov admitted dryly; he had waited for a long time for the sort of challenge Steve represented, but he wasn´t the prize they were after. “You can leave now.”

 

“Understood Sir. I´ll see that it´s done.” Alexandrov saluted him as he left.

 

Steve was still shuddering in pain, drenched completely in sweat after the torture when the chain was swiftly loosened dropping him to the ground. Curling upon himself he nursed his aching arms against his chest; but the comfort of his new position didn´t lasted long as two pair of hands forcibly pulled him up. His wrists were still bound by the shackles which were bound together by a medium length chain; one of the men untangled it from the longer chain they had used to pull him up.  He felt too exhausted to resist them and just allowed himself to be dragged around. His wrists already marked by angry red lines caused by the stress of supporting his entire weight. Blood stains tainted his only clothing; they hadn´t held back at all. All through his ordeal theh only thing that had kept him from begging for them to stop was his team mates; no … his friends and Bucky. He couldn´t allow them to break him. He kept seeing the same image in his mind over and over again. Bucky stabbing him; but now he pictured himself in his place. If they managed to break him they would inevitably turn him against his friends; he couldn´t allow it. He´d rather die than allow them to break him. If more pain was inexorably linked to his resolution, he had no other choice but to endure it.

 

As a rag doll he was shoved into the metallic seat of a strange looking machine; snapping out of his thoughts he tried to resist being strapped down to it unsuccessfully as four men pinned him down bonding both his arms and legs to the seat. They didn´t even bothered taking the shackles off.

 

“You can´t resist us.” Shuralov told him sternly. “I thought you would´ve understood it by now Steve. Although … we might be able to do something about that.”

 

“I´ll never cooperate.” Steve spat stubbornly while attempting to loosen the bonds that held his arms in place.

 

“We’ll just have to see about that.” Shuralov admitted wryly as he picked up a rubber mouthpiece from a table behind him and approached Steve with it in his hand.

 

“My friends …. they will come for me.” Steve warned him while trying really hard to hide how scared he really felt. As Shruralov moved closer he turned his head away trying frantically to loosen the bonds that held his right hand in place. His heart pounding hard on his chest; there was no way out.

 

“I´m counting on that …Steve.” Shuralov informed him with an evil grin. “Now; open up. We wouldn’t want you to bite your tongue off, wouldn´t we?” He grabbed his chin strongly attempting to turn his head back to him. Steve struggled against him keeping his mouth clenched shut. He knew his resistance was futile; he was helpless but that didn´t meant he was going to make it easy for them.

 

“Have it your way.” Shuralov suddenly spat annoyed by his resistance. Making a gesture he moved away as another one if his men splashed Steve with ice cold water again. He gasped startled for a second before closing his mouth with determination, breathing hard as he shivered. “As a matter of fact … Steve.” Shuralov volunteered while he leaned over him. “I was hoping you would resist.”  He told him leaning close enough for Steve to smell his fowl breath.  Out of nowhere he pulled a small taser gun which he shoved into Steve´s unprotected side. He screamed in pain as the electricity jolted his body. Shuralov smiled devilishly before shoving the rubber mouthpiece into Steve’s´ mouth as he withdrew the taser gun to avoid being shocked himself. Without delay two pair of hands held the mouthpiece in place while they secured it with a gag.

 

Steve was panting hard; while clenching up his fists in anger he looked at him defiantly.

 

“Let´s see if you can hold on that attitude after you´ve been here for a couple of days.” Without any further warning he made another sign to someone behind them. The machine lit up. A strange sort of panels closed into his head; he struggled to get away from it watching the electrical discharges it produced. Instinctively he closed his eyes waiting for the unavoidable. His painful cries were muffled by the mouthpiece. He cried in despair; this time no one had his back. This time he was really alone.

Shuralov smirked; feeling the adrenaline coursing through his body. He made another sign and the machine was turned off. “I´m afraid we can´t allow you to close your eyes while we reeducate you… Steve.” Steve’s´ breath hitched, what else would they do to him? At this words another device was strapped to his head forcibly preventing him from closing his eyes.

 

The “re-education” technique was rather simple in its nature; random scenes were projected on the screen in front of Steve; and every time an image related to his own set of believes was projected he was zapped by the machine. Shuralov stood by his side for a couple of minutes until he grew bored and walked away just as Steve got zapped again. He laughed without even bothering to turn back pleased with himself leaving Steve to his ill-fate.

 

It had been almost 36 hours since Hydra had abducted Steve and Bucky kept growing restless by the minute. He coursed the fact that it had taken them longer than he had anticipated, but at last they had secured the location of a base where Steve was allegedly being held.

 

“Barnes …” Natasha told him somberly. “That was almost … too easy.”

 

“I know.” Bucky agreed with a grunt. “They lead us to him.” Their last lead hadn´t given the information easily, but he hadn´t put up much resistance either.

 

“So you know we are walking into a trap, right?” Clint interjected interested.

 

“Yes.” Bucky acknowledge dryly. Did it even matter at all?

 

“And why on God´s name are we doing that?” Tony asked bemused.

 

“Because Steve will be there.” Bucky told him angrily. “You can´t set up a trap without a bait.” It didn´t mattered … he had promised him.

 

“It makes sense.” Loki agreed making Tony raise his eyebrows surprised; he and Bucky weren´t exactly getting along. Loki sighed disgruntled eeying Tony´s reaction. “I hate to admit it but he´s right. That´s exactly what I would´ve done … if I was working for Hydra.”

 

Bucky clenched his jaw irked at the mention of Hydra. They were still an hour away from the location of the enemy’s base. He felt restless; he just couldn´t stop picturing Steve being subjected to the same type of tortures he had experienced over the years.

 

Everyone went quiet; it wasn´t hard at all to read what was going through Bucky´s mind. Silently one by one drifted into their own thoughts as they played their darkest fears on a helpless Steve on their minds. Tony shuddered remembering his time in Afghanistan and suddenly broke the silence.

 

“So … Buck. Has Steve always been the walking self-hazard we all have learn to love?” Anything to keep the memories off his head …

 

Bucky couldn´t help to smirk at his question. “Yes.” He admitted fondly. “Even before the serum.”

 

“You got to be kidding me. That skinny guy that appears on his army profile? How much trouble he could get in? He looked as if a strong wind could blow him away.” Tony volunteered jokingly.

 

“That´s how we met.” Bucky confessed. “An even sickly looking ten-year-old kid with a split lip lying on the floor after standing up against some bullies that had tried to take his lunch money.” He looked at the distance lost in his own memories. “I´ve never felt the need to protect someone else that fiercely.” He frowned for a moment; still angered with the bullies that had hurted Steve back then. “Those eyes .. those baby blue eyes …” He sighed deeply while smiling fondly at his recollections. “All I wanted in that very instant was to hold that kid tight until nothing and nobody could hurt him ever again.”

 

Everyone looked at him warmly; even if they hadn’t been together long they had all noticed that every time Bucky talked about Steve something changed inside of him. It was as if all the love he felt for Steve shined through on those instants.

 

“And then I stabbed him.” He closed down again; grieved by the memory. It was as if a light had just been turned off.

 

“What made you remember him?” This time it was Loki who had spoken up for everyone´s surprise. He stared at him sternly while he waited for his answer in earnest.

 

Bucky down casted his gaze as a slight blush appeared on his cheeks; he smirked. “His eyes” He admitted with a silly grin on his face which soon disappeared as he continued. “At first I didn´t understood what was wrong. I just felt like … like I had lost something; but I didn´t knew what it was. I still don´t know why I didn´t returned to the base right then.” He sighed frustrated. “I … I just kept seeing the look on his face when I stabbed him the second time … that grief … and then it just came back. I knew those eyes. I´ve seen them that pained before … after his mother´s funeral.” He frowned. “I asked him to come and live with me … but, he refused. He said he could manage on his own. I told him he didn´t had to. I´m with you until the end of the line; that´s what I told him.” Swiftly he dried a fugitive tear that had escaped his eyes; he sniffed quickly upset. “I just hope he can forgive me.”

 

“Don´t be silly Buck.” Tony volunteered quickly. “He already did.” At that point he wondered how it was possible that Steve had been so blind back then to the obvious feelings Bucky had for him.

 

“You really think so?” Bucky asked almost afraid to hope.

 

Tony smiled nodding his head in disbelief. What a pair. “Of course I do. The man dragged himself out of the hospital the second he awoke because he just had to find you.” Looking straight at Loki he gave him a look that clearly spelled. “Can I fucking tell him?”

 

“No!” Was the unsaid response Loki gave him though a deep annoyed frown.

 

Tony snorted lightly, annoyed before adding. “He save you down there … from the trap I mean. I think that clearly means he has forgiven you.”

 

Bucky meditated on his words for a moment; then smiled at himself. Tony was right; he had already forgiven him. As he always did.

 

Meanwhile in the Hydra base one of Shuvalov´s minions roughly grabbed an unconscious Steve by this hair while checking him for any reactions. He had finally passed out during their last beating, worn out as much as from their tortures as from the sleep deprivation and the hunger.

 

“He´s out.” The brawny looking man told Shuralov´s.

 

“I can see that.” Shuvalov acknowledged angrily. They may have broken his physical resistance but they were not even close to actually breaking his mind.

 

Alexandrov walked in a hurry and swiftly saluted Shuralov´s before telling him. “Sir, our field agents reported that the soldier has procured the information about our location; and he´s currently on his way here.

 

“Good.” Shuralov answered with an evil smug on his face. “You know what to do.” He told to the bulky man eyeing him sternly. “Make sure that our Captain is properly prepared for the main event.”

 

When things can go wrong …

As Natasha, Loki and the rest of their team moved to find another way into the part of the compound Steve was trapped in they kept encountering dead bodies and fight signs everywhere they went.

 

“Do you think that…?” Natasha inquired pensively as she walked over another bloody body.

 

“It´s possible that Barnes is remembering?” Loki ended her thought; he had been considering the possibility himself.

 

“Yes.” Natasha agreed sternly. “There are cleaner ways to kill. He seems to be eliminating everyone he meets with extreme prejudice. This kind of killing … it takes rage. ”

 

“We can´t be sure of that; after all the meddling Hydra has done with his mind he could´ve just lost it. Either way I would rather get to Steve before he runs into Barnes again.” Loki acknowledged dryly; worryingly.

 

“I would too.” Natasha admitted sharply. “Don´t you think we should tell Steve?”

 

“No.” Loki answered firmly nodding his head negatively. “We can´t be sure of anything right now. In his state, bringing his hopes up… it might just end up getting him killed.” He ended grimly. Steve was an emotional wreck even if he refused to let it show. Why add to it?

 

“Look, stairs!” Natasha motioned everyone to follow her hurryingly.

 

“Sir, the soldier is eliminating all of our defenses.” The younger man reported unsettled.

 

“Is the trap set yet?” His commander officer inquired without showing concern at his news.

 

“Yes Sir, but …” The soldier tried to say something else but was harshly cut off by his superior.

 

“Tell the pilot to be ready for my sign.”  Karavayev severely commanded him. “And make sure the helicopter path is kept clear, soldier. Retrieving the asset is more important than this base or ourselves.”

 

“Understood Sir.” The soldier answered with compliance immediately as he saluted.

 

Meanwhile Steve hadn´t found much resistance on his way; only a few straggler soldiers that had somehow escaped Bucky´s wrath crossed his path. He observed quietly the lifeless bodies in his path uncomfortable. Maybe Natasha was right; the man he knew, he wouldn´t … or would he? And after all that Hydra had done to him, shouldn´t that …? He tried to shook the thought off; he hadn´t tried to justify anything like that since the war … maybe the problem was that the war never ended for people like them. The sound of gunshots at the distance snapped him out of his thoughts calling his attention. Immediately he approached to investigate stealthily suddenly emerging into a large high ceiling dome. It looked like the main headquarters of the base.

 

Bucky was shooting angrily against Novikov and Karavayev who ducked behind a control panel holding their position; waiting.

 

“Bucky!” Steve called out distracting Bucky, but not before managing to shoot Karavayev´s shoulder.

 

“No.” Bucky´s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. “I killed you!” He spat even more enraged. How dare they tried to steal that memory from him? “What kind of trick is this?” He demanded choleric getting all his attention back to the wounded commander.

 

Steve’s heart sank; Bucky finally remembered him but he didn’t want to believe it was really him. “It´s not a trick Bucky. It´s really me!” Steve told him closing on him while eeying the enemy forgetting about his apprehensions.

 

“No.” Bucky screamed vexed taking a step ahead while pointing his gun at him for an instant before thinking it over and swiftly turning it back against Novikov and Karavayev. “I know what I did. I remember the things they did top me … the things that they made me do.” He look at him sideways as he pulled the trigger. “It can´t be you.” The shoot killed Novikov instantly making Steve scowl.

 

He had to make a choice even if it meant breaking more than one promise or Bucky would never believe him. He would have to gamble all in one move. In his heart he knew that if he was forced to fight Bucky again he would break all the promises anyway. He proceeded to slowly close the gap between Bucky and himself trying not to startle the distressed man unsuccessfully; Bucky turn his gun at him on a second agitated and angry. Steve huffed upset while listening to the beat of his own heart. Without a word he raised his hands in surrender as he dropped his shield which fell down with a loudly clank before rolling a few meters away from him. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight into Bucky´s confused glare as he told him. “It´s really me jerk. I thought you said you remembered me.”

 

Bucky froze at his words as if the world had shattered on him once more; he couldn´t tell if he was more afraid of believing them, or them being a lie. Taking a tentatively step towards Steve holding his riffle with a tight grip on his shakily hands he asked fearfully. “Punk?”

 

Steve smiled openly as if the events of the previous hours had never taken place. Slowly he removed his helmet so Bucky could have a better look at him.

 

“I thought …” Bucky said through misty eyes undecided. He couldn´t understand how it was possible that Steve could be standing right beside him and even less how he didn´t seemed to hate him after … what he had done to him.

 

“I know.” Steve acknowledged with understanding seeing the guilt reflected in his eyes. Suddenly he noticed Karavayev moving swiftly into the panel and pressing some buttons. He looked around alarmed and barely caught a glimpse of some sort of platform quickly closing on top of Bucky. “Look out!” He screamed as he swiftly pushed Bucky out of the way. Unfortunately for him, he hadn´t been quick enough; he crashed heavily against the energy force field that had trapped him instead of Bucky.

 

“Steve!” Bucky rushed up instantly to his aid. It was an energy force field he wouldn’t be able to  break it. “Get him out.” He demanded resolute and unswerving as he ferociously raised his gun against Karavayev who just smiled maliciously at him while he pushed one more button. “Hail Hydra” He exclaimed just as he shot the panel. He had uttered his final words; Bucky relentlessly drove a bullet through his skull without even flinching. He growled vexed as he took a step towards the panel; it might take him longer but he would eventually figure out how to release Steve. Before he could take a second step a startled gasp made him turn around. There was some kind of gas being pumped into the small prison. Steve watched helpless as the gas started to raise; he had nothing to stop it.

“Steve!” Bucky rushed back alarmed; he looked even more scared than Steve himself. “This can’t be happening; not now.” He thought in despair.  He tried shooting both at the top and bottom of the container without any result; the bullets just bounced on it.  Desperate he punched the energy field with all his strength using his cybernetic arm; the field didn´t even flickered mocking his efforts. “Why do you always do this sort of things to me?” He leaned into the barrier reproaching Steve defeated.

 

Steve looked at him pained while he tried to stop himself from coughing while he volunteered an insincere apology; better him than Bucky. He had gone through enough already. “I´m sorry.” The gas had almost filed the case; Bucky kept staring at Steve´s prison trying to figure out a way to get Steve out when the container rocked and trembled for an instant before being forcible pulled up. The blades of a helicopter could be heard at the distance over their heads.

“Bucky!” Steve called out as he fell on his knees unbalanced by the unexpected movement. He coughed painfully bending over; he could feel his consciousness fading away as the sleeping gas began having its effect on him.

 

“I will find you Stevie. “Bucky screamed at the top of his lungs hoping with all his heart Steve could hear him. “I will find you! Doesn´t matter how long it takes. “ He vowed decided; no power on earth would be able to make him broke that promise. “Just … hold on!” Bucky yelled anguished as he managed to caught a glimpse of Steve as the helicopter carried him away. Steve soon collapsed inside the container unable to resist anymore.

 

Natasha, Loki and what was left of their team suddenly busted in. They had come up on a different level from them; looking for another route they had found the surveillance center. While going over the cameras trying to locate themselves they had watched aghast as Steve dropped his shield while meeting Bucky again.  They dashed down to his rescue, raising more than a little swearing on their way. How could he had done that? After all the promises he had made … they just begged in their heads that they wouldn´t get there too late.

 

“Where´s Steve?” What did you do to him?” Loki growled crossed while forcibly lifting Bucky by his throat. He had been too distracted watching powerless as Steve was taken away.

 

“They … have him.” Bucky coarsely answered eyeing Loki angrily before realizing they were his best chance to ever finding Steve; masquerading the fury he felt he told them. “We … have to …get … him … back.”

 

Loki looked at him closely before letting him go; against of all odds he did remembered Steve. “We will.” He assured him resolute before punching him in the face. He wasn´t the kind of person that forgets easily. “That´s for stabbing him.” He spat angrily.

 

Bucky smirked wryly regaining his balance. “I guess I deserved that.” He admitted while clecking for blood using the back of his hand smiling wickedly when he found some. “Now, if you are finished …” He was interrupted by a loud explosion that rumble all over the place. “The base is self-destructing.” Bucky informed them more vexed than surprised. “Follow me before we are buried alive.”

 

Without any complaints except for an exasperated exchange of stares between Loki and Natasha everyone swiftly followed him through the maze of corridors. They had barely made it out when two Quinjets as well as Tony in his armour landed. The structure caved down after them raising a cloud of dust and debris; once it settled Clint asked them grimly. “Where´s Steve?”

 

“Hydra caught him.” Was Bucky stern reply. Hydra … the word itself burned him.

 

“You got to be shitting me!” Clint spat in disbelief nodding distraught; of all outcomes. Eeying Bucky cautiously he frantically asked Natasha with some signs “He´s in our side now?”.

 

“Yes, he´s on our side now.” She admitted out loud; at least for the moment. She had firsthand experience on the subject; brainwashing programming it wasn´t something you could easily erase though deprogramming would have to wait.  “How much do you remember?” She asked him with a serious frown.

 

“All of it.” Bucky grimly told them with a grave look while his mind played over and over Steve’s shocked face as he stabbed him. “We need to get moving and fast.” He remembered other things, not only his life before and during the war, or the assassinations; he remembered how they tortured him … how they made him to comply.

 

“Do you know where they took Steve?” Tony asked in hope while trying to make sure Loki was still in one piece. Loki just gave him a stern look and then returned his attention to Barnes.

 

“No.” Bucky regretfully admitted. “ But we need to find him as soon as possible.” They have him, they have him his mind repeated in frenzy; they had his Steve and he knew exactly what that meant.

 

“Why?” Loki asked acidly. The urgency in Bucky´s tone; his entire demeanor, it all gave him a very bad feeling.

 

“What does Hydra does to an enemy agent when it isn’t planning to kill him?” He offered them with a furious scowl. Wasn´t it enough then done it to him? Why Steve?

 

Clint and Natasha stiffed up in realization as they mumbled beneath their breath. “Brainwash” “Torture”

 

“They are the same.” Bucky agreed heavily. Breaking Steve … he dreaded the though. If they had the time, they would break him or worst; he would die.

 

Tony gasped alarmed by his revelation. “But … Steve is in no shape … he can´t endure that … not know, not after you …” He stopped abruptly.

 

“Stabbed him.” Bucky ended his sentence for him vexed. “I know.” He grimly added. Unavertable he had provided Hydra with a tool against him. “How did he … survive?” He inquired laboriously, regretfully.

 

“I healed him.” Loki volunteered in a stern tone. Bucky may have had stab Steve while brainwashed but that didn´t make it any better in his eyes.

 

“Thank you.” Bucky bowed his head slightly in gratitude. He wouldn´t forget it.

 

“I didn´t do it for you.” Loki spat at him annoyed. The arrogance.

 

“I know.” Bucky agreed while holding Loki´s angry stare. He understood the source of his anger but there was nothing he could do about it so he added. “Either way I´m grateful you did.” He rubbed the spot where Loki had hit him earlier. “Now, I have some ideas of how to find out where they holding him; are you coming?” He volunteered without waiting for their reply as he kept walking towards one of the Quinjets while he reloaded his gun. There wouldn´t be a stone unturned, not one.

 

“So that’s where he got that from …” Tony grinned almost amused by a not so distant similarity with Steve’s´ attitudes.

 

“We should´ve know.” Natasha plainly agreed trying hard not to smile. After all they had been best friends most of their lives; it shouldn´t have come as a surprise.

Searching for Barnes

“What´s your ATA BOYS?” Natasha asked over the comlink.

 

“We´ll have the base in sight in a couple of minutes.” Clint answered nonchalant.

 

“All right. We´ll be on stand bye until you do.” Natasha volunteered before walking to the back of the craft.

 

They had taken two crafts each; one for the SWAT and one for themselves. She sat beside Steve and gave Loki a discreet sign asking for some privacy. Loki made an excuse and went to the cockpit.

 

“Are you sure you are up to this Steve?” She asked with a concerned look on her face.

 

“I am Nat, I swear. You really can stop being over-motherly with me. I´ll be fine.” Steve reassured her.

 

“I´m not being over-motherly with you.” Natasha complained while securing the SWAT helmet to Steve´s head who in return gave her an amused look. “Well, maybe a little.” She admitted wryly. “Just … don´t let yourself get stabbed again, will you?”

 

“I didn´t …” Steve started to complain when Natasha gave him a very stern look. Steve sighed as he down casted his head. “I just didn´t thought he actually would do it.” He finally confessed.

 

“Well; now you know.” Natasha told him calmly; next she tilted his chin up. “Be careful; that´s all I want. All right?”

 

“I will.” Steve promised as he nodded his head affirmatively.

 

As soon as she walked away Loki returned to his side. Leaning to get a better look at him Steve asked slightly annoyed by all the attention he was getting. “Are you going to tell me to take care too? Even Tony did.”

 

Loki looked back at him puzzled by his question. “I´m quite sure you know how to take care of yourself.” Then he changed his tone for a very authoritative one. “But I don´t want you out of my sight.”

 

“Loki!” Steve whined distraught.

 

“I’m serious Steve.” Loki warned him sternly.

 

“God! You are worse than Natasha.” Steve complained wryly.

 

Loki just smirked amused for a moment before replying. “You are such an unruly brat!”

 

Steve didn´t knew what he could possibly say to that in a way it wouldn´t add to Loki´s point. Pouting like a scolded child he decided to stay quiet. Loki gave him a quick glance and smile satisfied with himself. But Steve’s´ silence didn´t last long.

 

“Loki … about earlier. You know I was lying, don´t you? I mean … I´m sorry.” Steve suddenly confessed regretfully.

 

Loki looked back at him. “You know I don´t give my friendship easily Steve. You should appreciate it more.”

 

Steve down casted his gaze ashamed at the unsaid reproach. “I know … I mean … I do. It won´t happen again.”

 

“They are in position guys. Get ready to disembark.” Natasha interrupted them.

 

At the same time both teams sneaked into their respective targets. Clint and Tony were met with heavy resistance almost immediately making Tony almost glad Loki wasn´t with him. Whereas Loki´s team mates walked uninterrupted for quite a while.

 

“Are you sure this is the location?” Loki asked Natasha softly just as they turned in a corner.

 

As if it was a reply to his question they suddenly were met by a bloody trace of savagely murdered bodies. The lights flickered giving the hallway an even more ghostly appearance.

 

“That´s what he said.” Natasha answered with irony.

 

“Shouldn´t we call the others?” Loki inquired while assessing any possible threats.

 

“We can´t be sure Bucky is here.” Steve reminded them.

 

“Steve is right. We need a visual confirmation.” Natasha agreed; it was a Hydra base after all, anything could´ve happen down there.

They kept advancing, moving noiselessly between the bodies. Suddenly the narrow hallway turned into a wider one that crossed their path from right to left. On the other side the hallway bifurcated into two. Without any warning bullets began to rain over them from all sides although it seemed that none of them were specifically directed to them. At least not at the moment. They took cover backing down through the same corridor they had come through when a figure flashed running past them on the pursuit of a group of soldiers rabidly firing at them as he deflected the attack of a bigger group that was in return pursuing him.

 

“Bucky!” Steve yelled running after him without a second thought as fast as he could through the blazing bullet rain.

 

“Steve!” Loki tried to pull him back but had to fall back immediately. Steve´s actions had given their position away. The team that had been following Bucky split in two. One half remained to stop the intruders while the other half continued their pursuit.

Enraged by their intromission Loki blasted them with a green energy ball as the rest of the SWAT team led by Natasha secured the hallway. When they arrived to the hallway Steve had disappeared into they were met with by a sturdy looking gate that sealed their path. They could overhear gunshots and fighting on the other side for a few instants; then everything went quiet.

 

“Rogers! Report! Where the hell are you?” Natasha inquired frantically through the comlink.

 

“On the other side of the gate.” Steve gingerly volunteered while leaning against the door trying to catch his breath. He tried to unsuccessfully muffle a painful complaint as he nursed a shallow wound on his left side. SWAT uniforms didn´t offered as much protection as his did.

 

“Damnit Rogers! Are you hurt?” Natasha asked him enraged.

 

“It´s just a grazed.” Steve volunteered while assessing the gravity of the wound.

 

Both Loki and Natasha growled in disbelief at that.

 

“Didn´t I told you not to get out of my sight?!” Loki scolded him vexed.

 

“I know.” Steve plainly agreed. “But I think we have a bigger problem. A lost bullet took the door panel off. I tried to fix it; but it doesn´t work anymore.” He acknowledged worryingly. “On the other side you can call our reinforcements. I had visual on Bucky for a second.”

 

“Clint … we have visual confirmation on Barnes.” Natasha reported angrily.

 

“What´s wrong?” Clint asked immediately concerned by her tone.

 

“Guess who managed to get shot already.” Natasha complained displeased.

 

“God dammit Steve!” Clint spat enraged.

 

“Will you all cut it out! You are making me feel like a third grader.” Steve spat equally enraged.

 

“Always in trouble Cap?” Tony asked in an amused tone after an awkward silence.

 

“Almost every day.” Steve confessed while he remembered his childhood.

 

“I got to say … I´m surprised he has lived this long.” Tony offered with sincerity. “How on earth did you manage to do that Cap?”

 

Steve smiled as he realized how. “I’ve always had someone to have my back.” First Bucky, then the Avengers.

 

“Don´t forget about that.” Tony reminded him sternly.

 

“I´m sorry guys. I think … I forgot.” Steve apologized heart fully. “But unless you can find a way to blast through this door I´m afraid you´ll have to find a way around it. You know I can’t just stay put.”

 

“We know.” Natasha agreed; the she asked Loki n a low tone. “Loki, could you?”

 

“Teleport to the other side, yes. Heal him, yes. But then what?” Loki acknowledged with a deep frown in his face. Using his energies for that when they could have dire need for them later; it just wasn’t an option.

 

“I know.” Natasha agreed heavily. “It´s not the best idea. Let´s save that option for a real emergency.” Next he told Steve. “You can’t stay there out on the open; it´s too risky. And we are bound to find another way in. Just … try not to get yourself killed this time. For real, not before we get to you.”

 

“I´ll do my best.” Steve promised with a smirk.

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