Disclaimer I, Alyscha, do not own any of the following below, except the original characters, and the plotline. Marvel has all the rights to their franchise.
A.N: alright so this is Windswept, a Bucky/OC to take up the space of Borderlines since it won't be returning. I missed writing something Marvel, so I started this and I'm loving it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy Windswept.
Brooklyn, New York, 1941
"Wait, holy shit, you're actually leavin'?" I asked Bucky, staring up at him as I handed him back his papers, as we leaned against my mom's kitchen counter. From somewhere in the house, I could hear my mom yell 'language' at me.
"She does have the ears of a hawk," Bucky commented as he folded the papers back up, and put them in his back pocket. "Let's go find Steve, yeah?"
I smiled, and grabbed my bag, yelling at my mom that I'd be back later. Bucky smiled as he held the door open, as we watched kids run down the sidewalk, laughing. Bucky and I made our way through the neighborhood of Brooklyn. We kept a close eye on alleyways, that's usually where our small, fragile friend would be.
That is, when we heard his voice. I dropped my head at his words. Bucky chuckled. "I could do this all day." Steve had said, before we heard him groan in pain. Bucky and I moved to the alley and I ducked under the man that was assaulting my best friend, while Bucky beat him up.
"Ya know, sometimes I think you like getting punched," Bucky said, as he shook off his hat. I double checked Steve for bruises and sighed.
"You'll need to ice your nose when you get home, Stevie." I poked his nose lightly, as he winced. "Exactly."
Steve ignored me as he looked at Bucky. "I had him on the ropes."
I watched as Bucky picked up papers, reading them as he looked back up at Steve. "Oh, you're from Paramus now? You know it's illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?"
"Again?" I whispered, glancing over at Steve.
"Shut up. Did you get your orders?" Steve asked, a hopeful glint in his eye.
"The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." I gasped, frowning as Steve kicked at the ground.
"I should be going, not you," Steve whispered, as Bucky chuckled, before he wrapped his arms around the both of us.
"Come on, man! It's my last night. Gotta get you cleaned up." Bucky smiled down at Steve, who was on the other side, as Steve tilted his head.
"Why? Where are, we going?"
I leaned forward, a big grin on my face. "The future!"
Wait, so how did you and Steve meet?" The blonde asked me, as she looked around for my two best friends. I raised an eyebrow as I fixed my ponytail.
"Bucky introduced me, we all went to school together. But I knew Bucky before Steve." I explained as she ignored me, as we both saw Bucky and Steve coming up to us.
She immediately clung to Bucky's arm. I glared at her as I wrapped my arm around Steve's shoulders. "It's starting, guys!" I happily sang as we heard the music start.
We got there as Howard Stark walked on stage, a hat on, and a large smile on his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all."
"Wait…" I frowned, as I grabbed a handful of popcorn from Steve, who offered me some.
We all listened to him explain what he was doing, and what he created. I glanced up at Bucky, who was totally in awe of what was happening on stage.
"Raven, you don't even try to hide it anymore," Steve whispered, as he nodded away from the Expo. I sighed, and followed him to where he was standing, or trying to activate one of those pictures when you stand on it. "You know, you're really bad at hiding things when you're in love with someone." He told me, as we looked at photos that were supposed to be from the future.
"Yeah, we'll, there's nothing happening with it anyway," I shrugged. "So, I'll just watch from the sidelines as he goes off to war and hope that he comes back with his limbs attached. "
"Hey, guys, where'd you run off to?" We turned around to see Bucky approaching, with what's her face waiting in the background. I sighed, and made my way to the other side of the paintings, looking at 'modern' airplanes, but then again, I had no idea what the future would look like. I only about 40 years left…but it's whatever.
"Hey…" I turned around, and look up at Bucky, as I refused to meet his eyes. "You know it's my last night, doll. Come out with us." I shrugged again.
"Nah, you go half fun with what's her face," I whispered. "Go dance." I gave him a smile, finally looking up at him.
He sighed, before pulling me into a huge hug, as I held back tears as I hugged him back even harder, "I don't want to let go." I whispered in his shoulder as I sniffed.
"I know, doll." He whispered, kissing my temple as he pulled away from the hug. "I'll try to stop by in the morning, or come by tonight." He promised. "Make sure that Steve doesn't kill himself, okay?"
"I promise, my super soldier."
I sat on the steps, smoking a cigarette I stole from my dad. As I watched everyone go by. "Why are you still up?" I flicked the ashes away, looking up at Bucky, his hair a mess, and his hat askew.
"Couldn't sleep. How was what's her face?" I glanced up at him, inhaling from the 'death stick' as Steve called them.
Bucky seemed confused as he sat next to me on the cold steps. "Rave, what are you talking about? We didn't lay bricks." He frowned, before he sighed. "She was goin' on a bender. Left the bar after two dances, then I found her throwing up in an alleyway, I took her home, and now I'm here."
I took another hit from the cigarette before Bucky took it away from me. "You're 20, don't hurt your lungs, doll."
"Says you! You're gonna go get yourself fuckin' killed!" I yelled, in a hushed whisper so my parents wouldn't hear me.
Bucky blinked at me. "That's why you're upset." He realized. I laughed, throwing my head back as I did, before my laughter turned into tears. Bucky, being my best friend, quickly realized it, and took me in his arms, as I wrapped myself around him, now sobbing.
"Please don't go, Buck. Please don't leave me." I whimpered as I clung onto him. I froze as I realized what I had said. Oh no. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Doll, you know I'll never leave you." He whispered, as something fell around my neck. "Keep 'em." He whispered pressing his lips against my hair. "Now all the guys will back off when Steve's not around." I chuckled and pulled back from his shoulder, as he wiped the tears away.
I moved off his lap as he stood up. I took a moment before standing up with him, trying to give him my best smile. He laughed.
"Beautiful, doll." He whispered, before wiping away an escaping tear. "I'll be back before you know it. I promise."
You should know the drill by now, right?