Phil Bucky Archive

Dream Man:

"Bucky you awake?" The warm familiar voice pulled Bucky from the same dream he'd had ever night that week and countless times since escaping HYDRA. Whether he'd experience it before that, during his captivity, he could never be sure. "Buck come on, breakfast is ready and we have a meeting in a little while." He groaned loudly and rolled out of the too soft bed.

Wandering out of his small room he spied Steve slipping on his red boots. He was in full Captain America uniform. "Do I need to go full tactical today or will jeans be alright?" His words were slightly slurred, his mind still groggy and half asleep. Steve glanced up and smiled at his best friend. Disheveled right out of bed in a pair of baggy grey sweats and a white t-shirt.

"Hmm? Oh no um jeans are fine Buck. Sam and I are doing some charity something or other after the meeting and they want Captain America… not Captain Rogers." He forced the smile a little too much and Bucky patted his shoulder as Steve got to his feet.

"I always preferred the scrawny kid who wouldn't run from a fight better but hey I'm biased." The smile softened on Steve's face as he took in his best friend's face.

"Have I told you how good it is to have you back Bucky? I really missed you." Rolling his eyes Bucky pushed Steve toward the kitchen of their shared floor of the Avengers Tower.

"Yeah, yeah stop being sappy punk, go make some coffee or something."

The dark haired man wandered back toward his room and began to get dressed. Well-fitting jeans, a thin green t-shirt and a black button down worn open over it covered the man. He was struggling to pull his hair off his face.

"You know if it bugs you that much you could always cut it…" Bucky smiled softly.

"It's not that much of a bother Steve. It hardly notice it anymore." Once it was secure off his face he joined his friend at the kitchen table. "Just like old times Stevie, just you, me, and your bad coffee." The blonde laughed loudly at his friend's remark.

"Yeah okay I'll give you that. I'm glad you remember that…"

"You're glad I remember much of anything." The smile turned sad for a moment as they sat quietly. "I had the dream again." Steve looked across the table, his brows raised.

"Fifth time this week?

"Sixth."

"What happens again? Any difference from the last time?" Bucky shook his head slightly.

"I wake up in a room, on a bed, nothing much around just me and white walls." He took a sip of his coffee. "I sit up, the door on the far side of the room opens and a man in a suit walks in. He smiles and walked a little closer. 'It's good to finally meet you sergeant.' I feel a shiver down my back as he speaks my words but before I can respond I wake. I always wake before I can respond…" He sighed and took another drag on his black coffee.

"Have you talked to Wanda about it? Maybe let her get inside your head a little bit see what she can find out." Bucky nibbled on his toast avoiding the question.

"I'm afraid of what she's going to find in there. They wiped me so many times, took so many memories I honestly don't know what is buried in there." His hands shook slightly as he stared down into the black pool in his mug. "Honestly I think I'm more scared of knowing what I did than I am of never remember what I've lost."

Reaching across the table Steve gave Bucky's flesh hand a gentle squeeze. "Maybe it is just a weird dream. You're going to get through this and you'll know the meaning of this dream before you know it. Just give yourself time." He smiled warmly. Glancing up at the clock Steve nearly swore. "Okay meeting time. Come on, let's boogie…" He was on his feet and half way to the lift before Bucky could react.

"Let's boogie?" He looked on the verge of laughter. "Really Stevie? We got to skip the 1970's and you're using that phrase?" The look of confusion on Steve's face was enough to cause Bucky to burst out laughing. "Okay I feel better let's go." Still laughing to himself he followed Steve into the lift and headed up to the common floor. The rest of the team was gathered waiting.

"Coulson here yet?" Steve asked as they entered the common area. Natasha looked up from her book.

"Not yet, should be here any time now. Bucky are you crying?" He shook his head and chuckled a little glancing in Steve's general direction.

"Let's boogie," he muttered and bit his lip to contain his laughter.

"Sir Agent Coulson has arrived and is on the way up in the elevator." FRIDAY's disembodied voice said.

"Thank you," Tony replied from the couch. They all turned when the elevator door opened. Bucky looked and stumbled back onto the arm of the couch.

"It's him…" Steve only barely heard his friend's words.

"It's who, Bucky?" he asked moving closer to him.

"The man in my dream, that's the man in my dream…" A grin spread across Steve's face as he grabbed Bucky's metal arm.

"Then let me introduce you." Without any sort of response Steve dragged his best friend over to the man currently talking to Sam and the twins.

"Agent Coulson I'd like you to meet somebody. This is Sergeant James Barnes but everybody calls him Bucky." Bucky smiled shyly and ran his ran over the back of his neck a bit shyly. Phil looked over at him and smiled warmly. Holding out his hand he gave Bucky a quick once over.

"It's good to finally meet you sergeant." Bucky gasped softly and his hand trembled slightly as he shook Phil's hand. Steve elbowed the sniper in the ribs gently.

"Well Buck you gonna say something?"

Pulling his hand back from Phil's he smiled at the man half expecting to wake up any moment and it all be a dream.

"Do I actually get to speak this time?"

The look on Phil's face said it all. Half the team had been gathered around and despite all the chatter to those paying attention it was obvious what had just transpired.

"Can I see them?" Phil was the first one to speak and a small smile slid across Bucky's lips.

"I suppose I can arrange that." His black button down was already half off and Coulson quickly spied his own familiar handwriting scrawling across Bucky's inner arm from wrist to elbow. Looking carefully Phil nodded.

"Definitely my handwriting. I suppose you'll want to see yours."

"If it's not too much trouble."

By now everyone had caught on to what was going on. Shrugging out of his suit jacket Phil began to untuck his shirt.

"Where is it anyway?" he asked watching his newly found soulmate's actions.

"Across my lower back…"

"Your soulmark is basically a tramp stamp? Nice going there Phil" Tony chimed in earning him an elbow to the ribs from Natasha. As Tony groaned Steve tried to usher everyone back toward the couches so as to give his friend some privacy. Coulson lifted his white shirt just enough in the back for Bucky to see the mark.

"That certainly is my chicken scratch." Phil quickly tucked his shirt back in and pulled on his suit jacket.

"If you want a platonic relationship I completely understand. I know things were different when you were brought up but-" His words were cut off as Bucky pulled him close and pressed his lush lips to Phil's.

"How's that for platonic?" Phil couldn't help but smile as he felt a strong arm wrap around him, their soulmarks only separated by a few thin layers of clothes. "I hope the metal arm doesn't bother you too much." The smile on his cheeks only grew as Coulson reached out and laced his left hand with Bucky's. Glancing down blue eyes met nothing but silver metal, no flesh.

"I guess we really were meant to be…"