SURVIVORS - A Bucky Barnes FanFiction

Before

"The war continues to ravage Europe. But help is on the way! Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Meanwhile, overseas, our brave boys are showing the Axis powers that the price is never too high. Together with Allied forces, we'll face any threat, no matter the size!"

I find myself staring at the screen playing the familiar videotape, each repetition sending shivers down my spine.  I can't imagine what all those men are going through. The recruitment facility is awfully quiet today, but I can't blame any man for not wanting to sign up. The possibility of not coming home these days is awfully big, especially for those ordered to the front lines. My father would be able to tell, his 3 week old ghost still haunting me at night. Mom hasn't eaten in days. Home doesn't offer comfort as it use to anymore, so I bury myself in the labs, taking extra shifts as a doctor at the recruitment facility to escape my thoughts. It's moments like these, alone and quiet, where the loneliness hits me most. I snap out of my thoughts as I hear the door open. A man, no longer than 6 foot/ 183 cm walks in. He has broad shoulders, dark hair and is dressed professionally, tie and all. His captivating green-blue eyes draw me in as I stand up to greet him.

"Hello doll," his warm voice welcomes me. I smile politely but feel a blush creep up my cheeks. "Good afternoon sir, are you here to sign up?" He nods and smiles as I get him a sign-up sheet. "Please take place in booth 7 and fill in this form, I will be with you shortly." Confusion crosses his face as he questions, "You? Isn't a doctor suppose to do the check-up?" I try to smile but only manage to thin my lips. "Yes, that's why I will be with you shortly." His widened eyes reveal his surprise at having a female doctor and irritation creeps in. "You're a doctor? A female doctor?" "Last time I checked, yes." I try to stay polite, however after having this conversation almost everyday, the build up annoyance starts to show. "Do you have a problem with that sir? Would you like to get me one of the male doctors? I'm sure Dr. Abraham Erskine is somewhere around." I say as I turn to look at the back. I turn back and meet his eye. He stands there, speechless.

"This is the part where you say something sexist like 'If you wanted to see me without a shirt on, you could have just asked darlin' or just keep staring like a creep. Both I'm used to." He pulls himself out of his trance. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- It's just the first time I met a female doctor. It was nothing personal." I nod, the feeling of guilt creeping up my stomach. "No, I'm sorry. I let my annoyance out on you. I know being a women, doing a so called man's job is frowned upon. I've know that ever since I started this job, so my apologies." He shakes his head. "I would rather be treated by a women honestly, you are more gentle and kind. And wouldn't complain to spend a moment alone with someone as beautiful as yourself." He winks and I roll my eyes. "Are you always this charming?" I question and he shrugs. "Ask me on a date and find out." I shake my head smiling. Smooth. "You're just saying those things to make me feel better." I say, ignoring his demand even though I wouldn't mind going on a date and dancing with this stranger. I walk around the reception to hand him his form. "Plus not every women is gentle and kind. We can be lethal you know?"

He raises his eyebrow and smirks. "Really, how so?" I pause for a minute, making the decision if I am going to be professional or showing him my years of military training. The second sounds more fun. I lean closer, grabbing his tie and pulling him towards me, feeling his chest close to mine. Without him noticing, I grab a pen from my left. I smile as our faces are inches apart. He smirks, looking down at my lips and licking his. "Like this," I whisper as I hold the pen against his neck the moment he leans in. His eyes widen and he gulps, the pens tip leaving a trace on his Addams apple. That damn smirk still not leaving his face.

I chuckle and roll my eyes at his cockiness as I let him go, stepping back behind the reception desk. "My point proven. Please proceed to booth 7." He doesn't move for a few seconds, still processing what you happened. His smirk disappears and his lustful eyes scan my body. It's the first time a man looked at me like that and it not making me feel uncomfortable. I clear my throat and he looks me in the eyes. "Right," he says quietly and walks towards booth 7.

I finish up some paperwork as I hear a door open. Dr. Abraham Erskine, Head of making and executing the Super Soldier Serum, steps in. We have been working on the serum for the last few years and have become great friends. "Quiet day?" he asks with a heavy German accent. I nod and give him a tight smile. "A few came in this morning and one is waiting in booth 7." He nods and starts to walk away. He stops in his tracks and turns to me. "I know it's a lot too ask since you have been working a lot of overtime these last few weeks, but could you assist me at the recruitment facility at the Stark Expo next month? You can call it a gut feeling, but I just know we have to be there. Like... we will find that last candidate for our program." "Didn't you also say that last time and we ended up with all men older than 60?" I chuckle. He facepalms himself but eventually gives in and smiles. "Yes, well call this a second chance. Are you in?" I nod and stand up. "You know I'm always willing to help out Doc, just say the word." I say as I walk towards booth 7. "You're an angel!" He shouts after me.

I chuckle as I open the curtains to booth 7, being greeted by a half naked, beautiful man. I stand still, staring at his abs for a second before my eyes snap up to his face. He's already smirking and I roll my eyes. "I didn't ask you to take your shirt off." I said and picked up his filled in form. "No need, I took the liberty of doing it for you," he says as he gives me a wink. I roll my eyes and shake my head but smile nevertheless. "James Buchanan Barnes-" I start as he interrupts me. "Bucky." I look up. "My friends call me Bucky." He clarifies. "Well, James. No physical disabilities and no health problems. You're off to a good start." He shakes his head and smiles. "If you say James it makes me think of my parents lecturing 12 year old me for eating too many cookies. Why don't you just use Bucky?" This is my time to smirk at him. "Because I know we will never be able to be just friends, James. But if your prefer to be called Bucky, I can live with that." He shakes his head, that beautiful smile never leaving his face. "No, I like the way you say my name." I blush as I put down his file and place my stethoscope on his heart. He takes a sharp intake of breath as the cold metal touches his skin. His eyes fixed on me as I listen. I try my best to focus to his heartbeat, as I feel mine increase. Those damn piercing eyes are burning in my cheek and I force every part of me not to look at him. I count his heartbeat the best I can and take the stethoscope away, noting down some things in his file. "You can put your shirt back on," I mumble. In the corner of my eye, I see a small smile form on his lips. Like he can feel my disappointment of not being able to see him like this anymore.

"May I ask you a question James?" He looks at me and nods. "A handsome man like yourself can be very successful here. You don't necessarily need to fight to be seen as a hero. Tell me, why do you want to join the army?" His face softens. " 'There are man laying down there lives. I got no right to do any less than them.' It's what this punk keeps telling me all the time," He smiles and looks down at his hands. "He will never be able to fight in this war. So I'm going to fight it for him." I frown. "Why won't he be able to fight?" I asked confused. He looks up and chuckles. "He's small." I give him a brief smile, understanding he doesn't want to share too much about his friend. "Well, James," I say as I stamp his form, "Welcome to the army." I say and hand him is file. "And thank you." He takes the file and looks at me confused. "For what?"

"For being a kind man. And a good friend." Our hands briefly touch before he pulls the file away. Electricity flows through my finger and I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks again. He smirks as I break our contact. He looks down at his form. "The 107th," he mumbles. "Something wrong?" I ask him. He looks up. "No, no not at all... perfect actually," he smiles sheepishly. We look at each other for a while, surrounded by a comfortable silence, his eyes pulling me in with every second. I clear my throat. "Well James, I wish you luck," I say smiling. I walk towards the curtain, opening them. I turn back one last time and meet his eyes, his already looking at me. "And please come home. A good man like you deserves a dance." I turn to leave as I hear him get up and grab my arm. "Then I must know the lady's name I will be dancing with after I come home." he says. "Y/N," I answer with a smile, and as I walk out, I hear him whisper, "Y/N... What a beautiful name."