Rogers Legacy - Bucky Barnes

Part Six

I leaned against the brick pillar holding up the first floor balcony and looked out towards the fields. I thought about the shield and my grandpa. That shield meant so much more to him then just his protection; it was his symbol, his legacy, his heart.

When he first told me about Sam, he had been holding the shield. He looked down and smiled as he spoke about him; so much pride and love in his voice. I couldn't believe it was in the arms of someone else.

I pushed myself up onto the low wall and leaned back against the pillar, legs crossed out in front of me. Tears slowly fell as I thought about my whole family, all gone. Except Sharon. Maybe. We hadn't spoken for a few years but by the sounds of it she was still around.

The door opened and I whipped my head round, quickly wiping my face of the tears as James stepped out, "why do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked, swinging my legs back over the side and sitting upright.

"Hide the fact that you've been crying?" James closed the door and walked over, standing in front of me.

"What good does crying do?" I half smiled, but completely serious; what good does crying do? Nothing. It doesn't make anything better, or bring anyone back. So what's the point?

"Shows you have feelings. That you're not a robot."

"What, like you?" I blurted without thinking. James looked away from me and bit his lip, "sorry. I didn't mean -"

"No, that's fair." He nodded and walked a few steps closer to me. "I just don't want to hurt people."

"Well you're hurting me." I mumbled. James looked confused, scanning my face with his eyes trying to work it out. "Why did you kiss me?"

"I just... wanted to see what it was like."

"Wow. I feel special." I scoffed and went to turn away, but James stood right in front of me, placing his hands either side of me on the wall and leaning inches away from my face. He looked down to my lips and took his own between his teeth, sucking on them lightly.

I swallowed hard as I watched him. My eyes ran down his chest, visibly heaving. My breathing started to match his; quick and sharp. "James -"

"You can call me Bucky." He whispered, smiling, leaning in closer.

I moved my legs apart and James slid in between them, moving his metal hand to my waist and the other moved a piece of hair out my face, behind my ear. "Doesn't feel like I've earned it."

James' thumb ran along jawline and up to my lip, "You have." His lips gently touched mine and I pushed myself into him more. My hands reached behind his head and pulled him into me. James' body pushed against mine, his hands snaking around my waist.

His lips pushed mine apart, his tongue licked my bottom lip before entering my mouth and running along my tongue. I moaned into the kiss, feeling a lot more OK with this situation... Like yeah, if you did a bit deeper it was weird. But on the surface... he was just another guy. No one would know he was 106...

James smirked into my lips as his hands roamed back up my side and to the back of my neck, pulling my head back, my lips leaving his. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his deep blue ones.

"And what was that kiss for?" I whispered, breathing heavy, trying to control all the feelings rushing through my body.

He smiled, looking from my eyes, down to my lips and back up again. "Because I wanted to."