So, here comes a small effort to some sort of plot. Just a very small one, mind you... Shall I continue on with this fluff-fest or is it time to round it off? Review and tell me!
I mean no copyright infringement, and I am not claiming to own the Avengers films - I haven't even seen them!
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Bucky had always worried a bit about Steve. Even after they hit puberty and he suddenly went from tiny to huge, growing an absolutely ridiculous amount, there was something about him that made Bucky worry for his friend.
When he first heard the rumour about his best friend associating with a mere, he hadn't believed it, but he had felt concerned all the same. When he woke one morning and found that Steve and his family had been driven from the village, he felt it as if he had a huge lump of lead in his stomach, but the worrying didn't stop.
The bodies were never found, and so their true fate went unknown. But now, dragged under - as happened to so many - and trapped in what seemed like a glass cage deeply underwater, he found himself thinking of his friend. Was he here, or was he dead? Ironically, and Bucky found himself smiling sadly, he was still worrying about what happened to Steve. Silly, really, with what fate likely awaited him within hours.
He turned a deaf ear to the other younger men from the village, who in a fit of what was not even courage but mere stupidity had decided on a casual fishing expedition, he looked out into the darkening water. There were lights lighting up the darkness below, some sort of structure like this one, overgrown with corrals and really quite pretty.
Except that, there was a single light in a smaller structure, making him think of the little lamp he had used to leave out as a signal to Steven years and years ago. Perhaps it was strange of him to think of him now, maybe there was nothing more natural. For a brief moment of indulgence, he allowed himself to imagine.
He let himself imagine that Steve was here somewhere; that the rumours of his mere lover were not malignant hearsay or Steven's innocent nature used by a mere, but honest truth. Living here somewhere, happy and cherished, a reality where they could meet again. Then, he sighed and, with a deep breath, turned back to the dark reality unflinchingly. Come what may.