Disclaimer: I don't own Captain America
Hey there! So we're doing a new set of challenges over at theheartofcamelot. It's called "Illustration", where we're given an emotion an write anywhere from 100-400 words about it. I just saw Captain America: the Winter Soldier a few weeks ago, and instantly fell in love. After that, I went home and watched Cap 1 three times before seeing Cap 2 in theaters again, where I cried my eyes out again. Anyway, that inspired me to focus on the Captain America universe for this set of drabbles. Bear with me, though; this is the first time I've ever written for Captain America. :) The drabbles will be posted in the order they were given, and I actually made it my goal to write all of these in first person, while never naming the emotion. So:
Prompt: Suspicion - a feeling that something is not what it seems, or that someone might be hiding something
Category: Gen (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Steve, Bucky, Tony
Ratings/Warnings: K, spoilers, post Captain America: the Winter Soldier
Word Count: 400
Suspicion
I ground my toes into the gravel, dragging my hand across the pavement as I slid backwards. My eyes stayed locked on him, though, and I ignored the others around me. Panting, I rose, bringing my shield slightly forward. I was desperate, but not stupid.
"Bucky, please," I begged. The man I had known to be my best friend sneered at me, gritting his teeth. But behind all that anger, all that hate, I could still see the sergeant who had so loyally followed that stupid kid from Brooklyn who was too stupid to walk away from a fight.
"Stop calling me that!" he screamed.
Stark's metal suit thumped as he landed, his voice warped from behind his electronic mask. "Doesn't look like he knows you, Cap."
"Let me handle this!" I snapped back passionately. Tony shook his head a little but took a step backwards, still on the defensive. "Listen to me. You're Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. You were born in 1918. Your favorite color is blue and you've always hated collard greens. You're my best friend—"
Threading his fingers through his hair as if in pain, he shouted "Shut up!"
I took a brave step forward, feeling Stark's eyes boring holes into my back. "You were the one person that always believed in me, Bucky. Even after I lost everything, I still had you. Remember when my mom died? After her funeral, you told me... Do you remember?"
Falling to one knee, my oldest friend released a low groan. "What do you want from me?"
I continued, praying that something I said would shake some memories. "You told me that you were there for me... 'Til the end of the line'. Remember?" Slowly, I lowered myself to one knee, kneeling in front of him. "And then during the war, after I rescued you from Hydra's isolation ward... You were strapped to the table, mumbling your rank and serial number... Do you remember what I told you?"
Bucky let out a small whimper, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip on his hair. "You said... You-you..."
"I pulled you off the table and carried you out, and I said..."
His voice was hoarse, pained. "Y-you would be t-there..."
"Bucky?" I ventured.
"Til... Til the e-end... of the l-line..."
I rushed forward, wrapping my arms around him. "Bucky!"
He allowed his pounding head to fall against my shoulder. "Steve..."
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. More to come, I promise. :)
