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Summary: He kept seeing that man's eyes - impossibly blue and widened in surprise - each time he closed his own. SteveBucky, set during CA: TWS, oneshot
Another short little Captain America thing. This one is from Bucky's POV, which I'm pretty nervous about writing for. This short can go with my other oneshot or it can stand alone. I just really can't leave these two alone, it seems. The movie was just so perfect! Maybe I'll be able to write a full length oneshot with them sometime soon. Thanks so much for reading!
Window
One foot in front of the other.
It was a mechanical motion, one that he was used to. Familiar. Safe.
He found that having something to focus on was helping rid that awful feeling of bewilderment from his veins.
The wind blew against him as he continued to march forward. The gusts were so powerful it was as if the air itself was trying to keep him from wherever he was going.
"Bucky?"
That one word, spoken to him as if he were someone important, stayed with him, pestering him at his every turn, maddening him with thoughts that needed to dissipate altogether.
Who was Bucky?
He had voiced this, nonchalant at the time, but then as the minutes passed and as he found himself alone, he began to wonder.
The man himself - so strong, inhumanly so - had looked at him as if he were someone important. Someone dear. The Winter Soldier had never had that look directed at him before - not that he knew of. It was something that he couldn't wrap his head around. He wasn't meant to feel things like that - confusion, dismay, wonderment. He was meant to be militant, uncaring, unquestioning.
And yet, this one man with this one word had been able to counteract all of that.
For once, he has that trickling of feeling seeping through him, filling every inch of him with a curiosity he is not supposed to experience.
He blinked several times, trying to rid himself of it - each time he did so, he was faced with those impossibly blue eyes. Trying to stop himself from feeling. He found that he didn't like it, found it too messy and confusing and frustrating. He ran a hand over his hair, harder than necessary, and discovered that very motion bringing him back to the present, if but for a moment.
He stopped in his current endeavor, inhaling deeply and leaning against the nearest wall of the compound where he was kept. Making rounds along the outside of it did nothing to help his mind adjust to this information.
Also not helping was the image of that man.
It kept flashing beneath his eyelids - the picture of that man, looking so valiant and sad and confused. Strong and yet weak at the same time. There was a faint inkling of...something that the Winter Soldier felt, but he could not place it. It was an itch, crawling beneath his skin and becoming a part of him. No matter what he tried to alleviate the itch, it just came back worse and worse, keeping him from being who he should be.
But...who was that?
He could not even fathom that, could not even begin to think of who exactly Bucky was.
As troubling as the thought was, he continued to walk, trying to forget, trying to remember, with the images of the man called Captain plaguing his thoughts.
One foot in front of the other.
End.
