Authors note: Hello my lovely readers, I'm bringing this fic back because I originally thought it was a bit silly so I took it down, but then I realised, it was actually kinda cute and well written... not to toot my own horn or anything. Anyway, here's a completed work based off my two most favourite franchise ever; Marvel and Disney. STUCKY all the way! I thought, what better scenario for Cap and Bucky than Ariel and Eric? Their situations just seemed so perfect, and I'm the biggest Sebastian Stan stan. Anyway, on with the fic, hope you enjoy! XOXO :)
Steve Rogers threw his shield ferociously, decapitating the Hydra soldier that stood on the train roof in front of him with one swoop. With his squad battling the other goons from behind, Captain America charged through the oncoming stream of Hydra members with both his fists and his shield, winding up to throw the Vibranium cylinder boomerang-style where it came back around, slicing through a line of soldiers in black uniforms on its way back to the Captain's hand. But the fight wasn't over.
"Behind you!" the blond called to his squad; he always had an eye on his comrades. A new stream of enemies had burst through the roof of the unoccupied train car, ripping a jagged hole in the middle of the metal, sharp and cold beneath the falling snow of the German alps. But the Hydra clones were no match for the Red, White and Blue team. Their guns ablaze, the enemy team sent bullets flying through the snowy air, each one deflected by Cap's shield, putting their supply of bullets to waste. Forced to retreat and almost defeated, the enemy team recoiled, those who had survived jumped off the train and ran for dear life. However, one remained on the roof, staring Steve dead in the face.
"Is this how we're gonna do this, Bart?" Steve said to his old acquaintance. "You leave the face and join HYDRA? At what cost?" he exclaimed.
"I don't know this Bart." the figure spat. "My name is Americop! And my mission is to destroy Captain America. Just think. The Star-Spangled man with a plan defeated by a fellow patriot. Hail HYDRA!" his voice boomed in the wind. With a slow but steady movement, Americop brought a walkie-talking from his belt to his face. "Bring him." he whispered. Suddenly, something burst through the roof in front of Bart, his silver arm shimmering in the light reflecting off the snow.
Oh my god… thought Cap. "This was him… the man who had killed dozens… The Winter Soldier…
"Winter soldier!" Bart exclaimed, commanding the new figure, who seemed so robotic and under complete control. "Destroy." he said with a growl, and the winter soldier leapt. From behind Americop, a member of Steve's squad shot a mini-bomb that stuck to Bart's back, unnoticed until the timer went off and Americop exploded, defeated at last.
Titanium collided with Vibranium as the Winter Soldier made a valiant punch at Steve, only for him to shield himself instantly. The rest of Steve's battalion jumped behind the masked Winter Soldier, shooting what few bullets they had left at his back, but it did nothing. Others grabbed at his neck, trying to pull him down, but he was much too heavy to be toppled.
Steve threw his arms into the air, causing the shield to rise up, sending the Winter Soldier back, and for a split second he faltered. Yet he regained his balance and ran after Steve, and Captain America made for the front of the train. The Winter Soldier ran and leapt onto the man of stars and stripes, pinning him to the ground, but Steve forced him off and the two rolled over, the masked man now making a choke hold at Cap's throat.
Steve gritted his teeth, refusing to let his pain show, but luckily one of his comrades managed to jump between them, knocking the masked man's hands out of the way and Steve fell back, catching his breath. Quickly, Cap got to his feet and raised his fist and shield.
"I could do this all day, buddy." he said. The silver and black killing machine stood to face the Star-Spangled man with a plan, producing an enormous AK gun and letting it rain fire as he stalked towards Cap, his long brown hair flowing in the wind. Each bullet deflected off the shield and somersaulted into the snow below as the train sped by beneath their feet, emptying the gun's ammo supply.
Throwing the now useless gun away, the Winter Soldier pounced, tackling Steve once again, throwing punch after punch. Steve mustered all the strength he could, sending them rolling over again and threw a few punches of his own, and a few more, and more, and more, until he managed to knock the silver armed man to his side, weak but still living, where he suddenly lost his balance and fell into the waiting snow, failing the first mission of his entire life.
Cap stood up and caught his breath, ignoring his bleeding nose and other injuries, instead looking at the patch of black that was the fallen soldier shrink further and further away from him. Steve's battalion gathered behind him, all accounted for and no casualties, another mission completed.
"Captain Rogers!" one of his men happily exclaimed. "Well done, we completed our mission! We can head back to base." he said, clapping him on the back. Still, Steve couldn't take his eyes off of the place he saw the Soldier fall. There was something about him. He looked so… pained. Like there was a part of him that longed to be free, free of the person he was; a feeling Steve knew all too well…
Falling from the train had been the easy part. Regaining his footing and realising his situation was harder, but the worst was yet to come. James Buchanan Barnes looked at the train speeding away, the puff of smoke emitting from the roof teasing him for his failure, his chance to kill disappearing into the sky along with the charcoal mist. The soldier's murderous instincts had faded, snapping him out of his programming, leaving him confused and afraid. Bucky looked around him, not knowing where he was or what to do. He looked down at his Titanium arm, and a splitting pain shot through his head. His face contorting in pain, Bucky clutched the sides of his head, letting out an agonising scream as his memories came back to him. With the pain subsiding, he collapsed into the snow, and his breath would have made thick clouds in the icy atmosphere if he wasn't wearing his mask.
Exhaustion began to creep through his mind, as lack of food and proper sleep (courtesy of HYDRA) caught up with him, but he fought it, knowing he had to get away. If HYDRA found him and took him back, they would torture him for failing a mission. They would starve him, break his mind, force him to train harder. He couldn't take that. He needed to get away. Shedding his mask and letting it fly free in the wind, Bucky took the first breath of fresh air he had had in a while, if in years. Being locked away in an underground HYDRA base and then imprisoned in cryogenic sleep in-between missions had left him breathing in only artificial supplies of air, and his mask filtered any weather condition so he could concentrate on his missions. But it was a hot, stuffy thing that concealed his face, and he had rarely felt the natural glow of sunshine touch anywhere on his body in a long time. He hated it.
Getting to his feet, Bucky waited. Ignoring the bite of fatigue and physical exhaustion nipping at his mind, he stood his ground. For how long he waited, he didn't know, but he waited for the sound of the next train to come around, if one did at all. Eventually his prayers were answered when the whirring of cogs and machinery were heard from off in the distance, and he thanked whoever was in control of the universe for granting his plea. Nearing the train, he mustered his super-soldier strength and leapt onto the train roof, his kneels buckling as he clumsily stuck the landing. He made his way back towards the caboose, punching a hole in the metal which he jumped into, planning to lay low until the train took him far away from HYDRA, hopefully somewhere safe.
But he knew that no matter where he was, he could never be safe from himself.
