Stucky One Shots

Elements: Fire Controlling-Bucky, Water Controlling-Steve

Warning: I have never seen nor read Avatar, I'm ashamed to admit, so it won't be like that. If it resembles Avatar, sorry, but it's not.

Bucky whirls around and shoots flaming, hot fire from the palm of his hand, his dark brown eyes looking alight with fire and fury. His long brown hair flies out behind him with hot wind, he glares at his enemies which were shrieking, running, ablaze with his flame.

When he sees the last of their flaming, scorching bodies, retreating from him, he relaxes and his eyes go soft once more. He turns to look around him, and finding himself alone, he fully relaxes and leans against the wall.

Bucky simply wore baggy, loose black pants and a black tank top, a red sash tied around his left arm and a dark red sash tied around his waist and hips. It's what most of the fire clan wore; traditional.

The world and its people had been separated into four clans; Water clan, Fire clan, Earth clan and Wind clan. They all didn't quite get along and had their own land; if someone crossed into another clans land, like the Earth clan did just now, the clan whose land had been trespassed on had every right to vanquish the trespasser. They married within their clans, and nobody else.

His best friend Natalia saunters over, arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her face, her flaming red hair fanning out behind her.

"Nice moves, Barnes." She hums, he glances over at her and shrugs a little, clenching and unclenching his left hand into a fist. She notices and raises an eyebrow.

"Stressed? Why?" She asks, he shakes his head.

"Nothing." He replies and she rolls her bright green eyes. In all honesty he didn't like hurting people unless it was absolutely necessary; like their master, Alexander Pierce, told them.

"Uh huh. Oh yeah, you know there's gonna be a meeting amongst the clans tonight." She states and he raises an eyebrow.

"Why? We've never done that before." He frowns, she shrugs.

"Leader's are making new rules." She replies. So that's how several hours later, with guards surrounding the area, the clans mingled and the leaders talked of laws and rules.

Bucky leans quietly against the wall, arms crossed lazily over his chest. He keep out of everyone's way; well, apparently everyone but a Waterman.
The man bumps into him and Bucky tenses, his body disagreeing with the touch. Bad things happened if opposite clan members touched skin to skin. He looks up and opens his mouth to make a comment but quickly shuts it again when he sees who bumped into him.

"I'm so sorry." The man apologizes and Bucky stares at him. The man wore baggy dark blue pants and a dark blue vest, and an even darker blue sash around his right arm, one around his waist and hips. Most of the clans had similar outfits. He had a strong physique and light blonde hair that flopped over his forehead, and icy blue eyes.

Bucky closes his slack jawed mouth and swallows, looking up at him. The blonde was staring at him too.

"Uh... that's fine." Bucky manages, his eyes dart over the blonde's mostly bare chest, (and those abs though), he blushes a little and clears his throat.

"Right... I'm, uh, I'd better go." The Waterman mumbles, a small blush on his cheeks too. Bucky nods and the blonde wanders off.

Bucky just stares off for a moment, staring where the blonde had been. Nat saunters over and Bucky hadn't moved; she pokes him and he jumps.

"Whoa, what's got you so jumpy?" She asks, he shakes his head.

"Just... just met someone, that's all." He breathes, running a hand down his face. She raises an eyebrow with a playful smirk on her face.