The Start Of The Line

by The Urban Spaceman

Steve and Bucky are with each other till the end of the line. Every line has a starting point, and this is theirs. A collection of shorts and drabbles from schoolyard to battlefield, in roughly chronological order. Friendship and bromance — no Stucky.

14. Melting

14. Melting

They stood with their foreheads pressed against the bedroom window, the heat of their breath fogging up the glass as rivulets of water poured down the outside. Steve had always liked the rain; when it rained, kids stayed in. They didn't run around the streets, playing, and laughing, and having a great time. When it rained, Steve didn't have to stand by the window, watching the things he couldn't have.

Now, he hated the rain. It kept him from running around the streets, playing, and laughing, and having a great time. Rain had finally done what the Mexicans, and the Indians, and the Redcoats, had not been able to do.

"It was good while it lasted," Bucky sighed, sending a deeper puff of breath to cloud the cool glass.

"I'll never forget it," Steve agreed.

In silence they stood, as the window grew foggy, and the rain melted Fort Bingo into a mound of cardboard mulch.