Marvel (MCU) Song Fics

Holy Ground

I was reminiscing just the other day

While having coffee all alone and Lord, it took me away

Back to a first-glance feeling on New York time

Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme

Bucky sat on the balcony of their shared apartment with a cup of coffee in his hands. The coffee didn't do anything for him, his supersoldier system burned through the caffeine too fast. He just mildly enjoyed the taste and the false sense of normality. Thoughts of him and Sam's first meeting raced through his head. It was rather chaotic. It involved a mission of murder, and almost killing Sam in the process. Sam would've been collateral damage. He hadn't known himself back then. Everyone else seemed to know him, but Bucky barely knew himself. The media took the news of the Winter Soldier and ran with it. He was everywhere.

Took off faster than a green light, go

Hey, skip the conversation and you already know

I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made

And that was the first day

Their relationship started as a friendship, and it started quickly. So quickly that Bucky barely remembers how it happened. Probably through Steve. As their relationship blossomed, so did their inside jokes. Jokes were a stretch, rather reasons they teased each other. Nicknames that would be seen as insulting coming from anyone else. In fact, if anyone else spoke to them as they spoke to each other there was a nightmare to be had. They shared memories of those times long ago, the ones Bucky wasn't proud of. Yet somehow, through the mess, meeting Sam introduced memories of love, acceptance, and laughter. Since day one. And that was only the beginning.

And darling, it was good

Never looking down

And right there where we stood

Was holy ground

Sam made his way onto the balcony, Bucky standing to greet him. Years ago, Bucky might have glanced off to make sure no one was watching, to hide from prying eyes. He felt as if dating the Winter Soldier was something Sam should be ashamed of. He thought they needed to hide their relationship for the sake of Sam's reputation. Afterall, Bucky was known as a mass murderer and trained assassin. That didn't exactly scream boyfriend material. Not to mention the fact that they were gay, something that was beyond taboo in the 40s. He felt no need to hide anymore. When they were together, Bucky felt as if no one else existed. He didn't need anyone else to exist, only Sam. It was perfect, something worth preserving and protecting.

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress

We had this big wide city all to ourselves

We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you'

And for the first time I had something to lose

New York City was something of a wonder to Bucky. Sure, he had grown up there, but it was nothing like his childhood. Times had changed, it wasn't the 40s anymore. He and Sam always found something new to explore, some new path to take. There was always something neither of them had seen before. There was an adventure every day; Some new sight to see or shop to explore. They still had their "superhero duties," but somehow all of the noise was drowned out with their love. They could forget about it for a while when they were together. The trauma, the stress, the image they needed to uphold all melted away. It became background noise. Bucky finally had someone to call his own. Someone to hold on to, to love. He had a reason to take care of himself, to keep himself alive and safe.

And I guess we fell apart in the usual way

And the story's got dust on every page

But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now

And I see your face in every crowd

There were times when Bucky's trauma took over. When he felt he needed to be alone. He'd shut Sam out, an attempt to punish himself for all the wrong he had done. But also as a way to protect Sam. He didn't trust himself, he would never consciously hurt Sam and didn't want to risk an accident. Even when he was alone, he couldn't help but see Sam everywhere. He couldn't help but wonder how he was, what he was doing. Did he even miss Bucky when he was gone? His story felt old, something of the past. 106 years was a long time to live, let alone continue living for many years. Every page felt like it was covered in a film of dust, much of it was foggy and hard to tell what was real, yet the memories he made with Sam were pristine. They were perfect.

Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through

But I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with you

Tonight I'm gonna dance, like you were in this room

But I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with you

Placing his phone on the small table on that balcony, a song began playing through the speaker. Their song. Sam took Bucky's hands in his own, pulling him close, and they danced. Together. They swayed together, listening to the song that described the story of their romance. At that moment, all of the hardships, everything they had been through disappeared. It was just them, intertwined together, a soft song playing behind them. It was perfect. Both men had soft smiles covering their visages, the noise of the world below all fading away. All of Bucky's wildest dreams had come true, even some he never thought could exist. He didn't want to do anything anymore if it wasn't with Sam.

I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with you.