One-shots avengers captured/tortured

To follow a ghost and find a friend.

OMG Is Signup29 publishing again?! well, sort of. I took a break in writing, been a year of ups and downs career wise and well this was a nice break this summer. So publishing will be periodic and random from now I'm afraid until next summer. But enjoy this! 

"But" Steve pleaded. "if I just could ask I'm sure he would-" The varying chorus of No's was sure to have attracted attention, alleyway or not.  

The avengers had found themselves tracking an elusive assassin, the winter soldier. After discovering concrete proof from Shield (Tony brought his findings to Fury) that HYDRA had sent the assassin to kill Steve. But not the present Captain America, the tiny sickly Steve. This information had led them upon an epic historical quest....to a room in stark tower where they all touched a rock. How epic indeed! 

Anyway, they had, limbs collided and entangled, landed behind skip like bins in an alleyway. An unremarkable place for several, a memorable landmark for one. Then voices had been suddenly silenced as a tiny speck of a child had challenged two older heavily built men to a fist fight. Loosing spectaculary at that. His idea of using a bin lid shield and a familiar looking face kicking the men up the rear and away moments later had been the only clue to those oblivious and uninformed that this 'tiny speck of a child' was, or had been in fact Steve Rogers. Not even a micro second after the two had left, the brunette leading the blonde 'to the future' had Steve kicked up a fuss. 

"But" Steve pleaded. "if I just could ask I'm sure he would-" Which had led the Avengers to this moment. The varying chorus of No's in reply to the desperate sentence was sure to have attracted attention, alleyway or not. Yet It had been Natasha, of course,  who became the loudest voice of reason.

 "oh yes Steve great idea you go find Bucky, go up to him and say.. what 'Hi Bucky it's Me Steve now I know he's tiny but I am me. I got a super soldier serum that made me look like this and I got to go to war like you and you get captured and I rescue you and then we form our own team and fight nazis together until you fall off a train and die and I get frozen in ice for 70 years! Then I wake up in the future, which is great it's got aliens and wizards and gay rights but not you but it's ok because I formed my own team called the Avengers and we saved the world from those aliens and now we've had to go back to the past to stop your Steve from being killed by a Nazi assassin who seems to be following you, anyway long time no see, how are you!"

She raised her eyebrows at Steve who was frank enough to look abashed, shuffling slightly from foot to foot and avoiding Natasha's steely gaze.

"yes that would do it" came a rumbling voice from behind them. Every avenger froze and slowly turning around they were met with, leaning against the wall up ahead, arms crossed, swave smirk on his face, cap half on was a smirking Bucky Barnes "and I'm well thank you"

Steve's mouth fell quivering slightly, the world had fallen away the second he had heard the voice. The voice next to him at the table, 11 years old smiling in earnest when Steve couldn't reach the floor sitting down on one of the Barnes' massive chairs. The voice at 15 which picked him up arm swung around his shoulder berating him for getting into another fight... The voice of Bucky, HIS bucky his pal, his buddy, his best friend... and maybe more if the whispered confessions at 16, 17, 18, and on the rooftop the day before Barnes shipped out were to be true. Those long nights in Poland, Austria, France, when Bucky's tent had 'accidentally' gone missing while howlies and they were scoping out a HYDRA base and Steve had to 'begrudgingly' share with him. Those hands held under the table and secret kisses behind trees.

The voice belonged to Bucky and now his eyes, the eyes he'd never see again, seemed to burrow their way into Steves.

A path was cleared, the distance, or lack thereof was stifling as he felt breath waft onto his cheek, though Steve had a slight height advantage he still felt as if Bucky was looming over him, 10 feet tall. Hands trembling, they reached out and grabbed something, gripped something solid and they never wanted to let go. The world blurred and sniffed as his cheeks became wet and nose red, he couldn't breathe was he having an asthma attack again? breath became a race he couldn't reach and a finish line that kept moving, and moving was he alone again? in the ice? the darkness was covering him, devouring him and he was all alone again had this been a dream what was, was this death?