Did a moodboard/Aesthetic of this AU, people was expressing that they wanted to read it. Of course, I deliver cause I want to make people happy, lol. Now, enjoy!
Summary: Bucky Barnes lost his whole team in the Battle of San Francisco. He gets recruited by MONARCH to join the G-Team and he meets Tony Stark. What could go wrong?
Pairings: Bucky/Tony
Warnings/Tags: Profanity, m/m, nightmares, kaiju typical violence in later chapters
January 15th, 2015
Brooklyn, New York
Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes sat on his couch in his cozy Brooklyn apartment, flipping through the many different channels on his TV. Most were the usual boring programs while others, like the news, kept handing out up to date information about the whole MONARCH organization and their up-to-date information about what they call the MUTOs and Godzilla. Bucky's eyes hardened whenever Godzilla and the MUTOs were brought up, his mind flashing back to that night in San Francisco where he lost all of his team in one moment. He could still remember their voices calling out to him, telling him to save civilians before a a large piece of a building was launched from the fighting creatures not too far away, crushing his team instantly. He couldn't even retrieve their dog tags for their families.
A shudder went throughout his body as he thought about that event. He could feel his hate for both Godzilla and the MUTOs heightened just a little bit more. What he wouldn't give to be the one to just wipe Godzilla from the face of the Earth.
He ran a hand through his hair and grimaced as he felt the grease between his fingers. He really did need to wash his hair- and cut it while he's at it. It's already almost past his shoulders now.
A knock came from the door, making him frown before he turned off the TV, brushed a few strands of hair out of his face before walking over to his door, turned the knob and opened it. Two men were standing in the hallway in front of him, both dressed in a similar fashion. Black suits, badges that stated their names and who they work for- MONARCH. In one of the men's hands is a black brief case with the MONARCH logo clearly displayed.
"What can I do for you boys?" Bucky asked, eyes narrowing at them.
"Sergeant James Barnes?" asked the man on the right, a slowly balding middle aged man.
"Yeah? Who's asking?"
"My name is Joel Roberson. Here is my colleague, Tanner Brown." he gestured to the taller man. "We'd like to talk to you. May we come in."
Bucky squinted at the two for a minute before wordlessly let the two in and shutting the door behind them. He led them into the kitchen, motioning the two to sit at the table. "You two want anything to drink?"
"No thank you." Tanner sat down, Joel following. Tanner set the brief case on the table but didn't open it yet. "We'd like to talk to you about a recruitment."
"A recruitment?" Bucky sat down at the other end of the table, frowning. "For what?"
"To be a part of task force."
"Let me guess; This task force just so happened to involve our over-sized neighbors in the ocean and god knows where else. Here's my answer: no."
"Sergeant Barnes-"
"Get someone else. I'm done with this shit."
"Sergeant Barnes," began Joel after a moment, staring at the man right in the eye. "Other than one other, you are the only one who have been in the mix of the fight and survived."
"Then get this other guy."
"We tried. He told us that he would like to help but he has his son and wife to see after. Sergeant Barnes, I understand why you are so reluctant, I do. You must understand that the experience you had gained in such a short time is something valuable to have. This task force- G-Team- need someone like you."
Tanner opened up the brief case and handed Bucky the documents. "Please, just read these over. We will give you a few days to think about it."
"Alright, fine. I will read them but no promises."
"That's all we ask." Tanner also handed him a small card that had his number before the two left, shutting the door behind them and left Bucky sitting there, staring at the MONARCH logo that was on the first page, G-Team under it in both English and Japanese.
With a sigh, he turned the page and began to read.
January 16th, 2015
Brooklyn, New York
Bucky watched as his childhood best friend, Captain Steven Rogers, read over the G-Force document in silence. Steve and their friend, USAF Master Sergeant Sam "Falcon" Wilson, had bugged him to read the document once Bucky had explained about the visit of the two men the day before and what they wanted. Bucky figured that he could get in trouble showing the two this, but at the moment, he could care less. He watched as Steve read the last page before closing the document and slid it back over to Bucky, clearly mulling over his thoughts.
"It's...not a terrible idea." Steve stated after a moment. "You do have the experience and from the sounds of it, You'd have the best weapons to go up against these Titans with- especially these experimental Mazer Cannons they say about in here."
"You saying I should do this, punk?" questioned Bucky with a raised eyebrow.
"Only if you're up for it." Sam piped up. "If you don't think you can handle it, don't do it."
Bucky stared at the MONARCH logo that seemed to be mocking him, challenging him to do it. He thought about his options. Was there even a war to fight at this point, now that the world knew about these Titans, was there even a war to still fight now? Could he fight in a war against whoever the fuck they were a God among the human species when he knew there were bigger threats to worry about? Could he really...
With a deep breath, he looked at his two friends, a fire in his eye that had dimmed since the San Francisco battle. "Alright, I'll call them and say yes."
"Good." Sam nodded. "Make sure to tell them that there's gonna be two extra."
"What?"
"We're coming with you." Steve hummed, leaning back in his chair.
"What?! I- you can't- I don't even know if-"
"Where ever you go, we go, remember?" Sam stared at Bucky, just waiting for the other to argue back. No rebuttal came.
Instead, Bucky sighed heavily before picking up his phone and the card and dialed.