The rolling hills of Wakanda were a sight to behold. The grasslands and distant mountains were all painted a sublime orange due to the setting sun. Bucky tucked a rich lock of his dark brown hair behind his ear as he admired the scenery, his red cloak blowing in the soft wind. Steve Rogers and his old Friend Bucky sat at the side of a river and watched the sunset, having a lovely picnic.
"You want more garlic bread? Bucky?" Steve asked with a smile as he offered a slice to his long time buddy.
"I'm quite alright, thank you Steve." Bucky said with a smile as he sipped some Sangria and looked into the distance.
"How is your treatment going?" Steve asked as he totally crunched into a mean slice, "Making any progress?"
Bucky smiled again and let out a laugh, "You bet, they say just a few more days and I'll be right as rain. Thanks for asking Steve." Cap smiled back at him. He was so happy to see his friend smile again. It had been so long. All the madness with Hydra, Shield, Loki, Ultron...Stark...it all got in the way, but now he can finally help Bucky become the man he used to be. Rogers dipped his texas toast into some ranch, before looking back at his friend,
"You sure you don't want any?" Bucky turned back, as if rethinking his previous decision not to partake in the garlic bread, "It goes great with the scenery!" Steve said again, encouraging him, spurring him forward.
"Steve...Oh alright!" the former winter soldier said as he grabbed a slice, taking a savoury bite, humming in satisfaction,
"You were right Steve!" He announced as he tore into another chomp, "This is somethin' else." The two men laughed and ate together, chewing the garlic bread and dipping the ranch. That was, of course, until Bucky stood up and brushed the crumbs that had accumulated in his beard to tumble down his chest.
"Bucky?" Cap asked caringly as he stood up as well, rushing to his friend's aid, "Where are you going? You didn't even finish your mad slice dog!"
"I never wanted to hurt anyone." He said aloud as he turned back to look at Steve, struggling to hold back his tears, "I...just couldn't help myself." Steve looked intensely at Bucky with his cobalt blue eyes, staring through his rugged exterior and at the sensitive man that lie beneath.
"I know Bucky. I know." Bucky fell into Steve's strong arms,
"I'm so...broken." He said as tears began to stain steve's uniform, "I'm a monster." Steve held him tighter,
"No. You're not." He looked him in the eye, "Why don't you just lie down and I'll tell you a story alright?" Bucky wiped the snot from his nose and nodded shyly,
"Ok." Steve smiled and put a piece of Garlic Bread in Bucky's mouth. The man lie down and shut his eyes as steve began to recount his tale;
"A couple years back I was Longing For a new car, because the one I had was all Rusted, I had it for Seventeen years. So at Daybreak, I went to get a new one. The dealership was freezing because they didn't have a Furnace, I'm telling you it was like nine degrees in there. Anyways, the dealer, who once had a Benign tumour, needed a car for his daughter's Homecoming, so he proposed that we do a trade. My one car for some other car he had there. I agreed, but there was some sort of misunderstanding, because he meant a freight car!" Steve, hoping his joke landed, looked down at Bucky who as now grunting uncontrollably,
"Bucky!?" he asked as Bucky slammed his fist right into Steve's teeth, shattering them like cheap china.
"AAAAAAHHH!" Explained Bucky as he continued to savagely beat Rogers into a bloody pulp. Steve, knowing he had to stop him, did what was necessary. He jabbed his Super-Cock, straight into Bucky's vacant arm socket and creamed inside of his ribcage, disabling him. Bucky screamed in pain as he collapsed unto his back. Steve finally remembered! He knew what he had to do! He had to act with great care, this next bit was important. "Stevie and Buckie give me dah suckie!" He shouted as he slammed a whole loaf of garlic bread straight into Bucky's anus. The assassin clenched with an impressive velocity as he chopped the loaf into many a-slice
"I never freeze." Stated the Black Panther, T'Challa, as he reprimanded the two with a flyswatter. "Never." He repeated sternly as he totally landed a triple backflip at the 1936 Olympic games.
"Whatever you're planning forget it!" Spoke Steve as he too performed a marvellous leap, Bucky's breaded body still dangling from his shlong,
"Time for the plunge!" commanded T'Challa, running his glittery nails through his hair. Steve smiled and nodded, agreeing...in a way.
"I believe he should submerge." T'Challa pondered for a moment, was it worth it? Could he be truly trusted? He wasn't sure, but he would certainly soon find out. He nodded.
"Do it Steve." Steve then, in an attempt to save them all, dipped Bucky in the ranch, a drastic measure to be sure, but one that was necessary. T'Challa screamed as ice began to form in his tissue and bloodstream,
"You'll pay for this Rogers! You'll-" He froze. It was done. Bucky, now free from his coma, kissed Rogers' nose,
"Thank you my friend!" He announced to the world,
"Anytime!" Congratulated Steve as he helped himself to the final slice.