Dark and Forgotten • (Bucky Barnes) • CAPTWS (Slow Updates)

2.14

Because I love you too much, baby

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Brooklyn/1940

Sloan was sitting alone on his bed when the door to the room opened and revealed a tired-looking Bucky. Sloan sat up and he watched him with soft and affectionate eyes. "Long day?" Sloan asks softly, all he earned was a small grunt.

Bucky without removing his shoes, lays down across the bed with his head on Sloan's lap. Sloan smiles, running his fingers through Bucky's hair, tugging softly at the strands. "I think you might need a haircut." Sloan whispers softly, smirking when Bucky looks up and offers him a small playful glare.

"You know what Rogers." Bucky growls, pushing up so he is at eye level with Sloan. Sloan lifts a singular eyebrow. "What Barnes?" Sloan teases, only to gasp in surprise when Bucky captures his lips into a harsh kiss.

Sloan moans softly, letting Bucky manhandle him onto his back, large hands gripping his waist. Bucky smirks against his lips, helping him out of his shirt. "God, darling, you know how to bring a man out of his stupor." Bucky whispers, making Sloan laugh against his lips, eyes opening to stare into Bucky's deep blue ones.

"I love you, Buck." Sloan whispers

Bucky smiles, slowly leaning down and capturing his lips again.

....

Present.

The four are escorted in a van. Sloan with his still broken arm, gets manhandled roughly. Sloan hisses in return, disgruntledly sitting beside his brother.

"It was him. He looked right at us like he didn't even know me or Sloan." Steve says, peering at his brother. Dark eyes stare back.

"How's that even possible? It was like seventy years ago." Sam says, capturing the Cap's attention.

"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43, and Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..." Steve says

"None of that's your fault, Steve." Natasha says, her lips pale, and her once flushed cheeks drained of colour.

Sloan looks away, closing his eyes so he can tune out their conversation. He couldn't think about Bucky, not right now. "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." Steve says

Sam notices Natasha is bleeding from her shoulder and then looks towards Sloan, who still cradles his arm. Sam looks at the guards. "We need to get a doctor here. We don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck." Sam says

Suddenly one of the guards pulls out an electric rod. Sam sits up straighter, "oh." He mumbles, only for his eyes to widen when instead, they neutralize the other guard and knock him out, the guard is revealed to be Hill as she takes off her helmet.

"Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain." Sam looks at her in confusion; to Steve. "Who's this guy?" Hill asks.

....

Rumlow's crew stop their vehicles and get out. "Four holes. Start digging." Brock says

They go over to the van holding Steve, Sloan, Sam, and Natasha and as they open the door they find it empty with one of the guards left unconscious and massive burnt whole on the car floor.

....

Hill has taken the trio to a secret facility, a man runs towards them; referring to Natasha's wound.

"GSW. She's lost at least a pint." Hill says "Maybe two." Sam says

Hill turns to Sloan, to assess his injuries. But before she can say anything, Sloan finally snaps the bone into place, earning a gag from Sam. "Oh fuck, that's disgusting." Sam groans, looking away and covering his mouth, shuddering.