Mostly short one shots covering Bucky Barnes in different situations and AUs, from the 1940s to the present. Some will be soft, some dark, and some hopefully humorous.
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This AU is set mostly in the early 1940s, after the United States has entered the war. The Depression lasted longer in this universe, affecting many more people, including Bucky's family who lost their house when his dad was injured at the shipyard. After getting laid off himself, Bucky and Steve turned to bank robbery, hoping to use the money to help as many families as possible in their neighbourhood survive until the war economy takes root. Steve's mother is still alive but is not doing well. The opening scenes are inspired by the film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The dialogue (marked with *) in the bedroom disrobing scene is taken from the film and was written by William Goldman. The title is also a line from the movie but is used in a slightly different context here.
Content warning: There are scenes with sexual content which may be unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.
Brooklyn, spring 1943 It had been a long ride on the subway back to Brooklyn and the young teacher was tired. Etta stayed at the school to finish marking assignments, not wanting to bring them home over spring break. By the time she got to her stop the sun was almost set and it looked like there might be a late spring snowstorm. Drawing her thin coat around her, Etta left the car at the elevated station and stepped carefully down the stairs exiting out the gate at the bottom. The wind came up, biting through her clothing, even as she wrapped her arms around her, trying to protect her gloveless hands from the elements. There was nothing she could do about the bare legs, having torn her last pair of stockings the week before. With rationing because of the war limiting the supply she hoped that warmer spring weather would come soon.
Finally reaching the row of brownstones that had been converted from single family homes to flats, she went up the stone steps, then in through the front door, stopping to open her mailbox and collect her mail. Quickly, she flipped through them, grimacing at the number of bills there were. The afternoon newspaper was also there, and she briefly read the headline about the latest bank robbery, blamed on two local men she knew well. Folding it back up she tucked the mail and paper under her arm and went up the three flights of stairs to her one-bedroom flat, unlocking the door and closing it then turning on the kitchen light. The bundle of papers was placed on the kitchen table. Her coat came off, followed by her shoes, then she slipped her cold feet into her slippers left by the door. It was chilly in the flat, and she opened the coal fireplace in the parlour, tossing several pieces into the burner, then a few lit matches, hoping it would catch. As she walked towards her bedroom she unbuttoned her sweater, taking it off in the room lit from the light spilling in from the kitchen. Hanging it up in the wardrobe she turned around, startled to see a man sitting in a chair beside her bed. His face was obscured but he was big, based on the shadowy outline of his figure.
"Keep going teacher lady,*" said the man, glancing at a gun on the table beside him, then focusing his eyes on her. "It's okay, don't mind me. Keep on going.*"
