I'm With You To The End Of The Line [STUCKY]

Chapter 5

Plums. They could be soft or hard, but the shade of purple they wore made Bucky want to touch. He was slowly learning. Like plums, he remembered having one as a child. He remembered Steve crying when he bit the centre too hard and give himself a loose tooth.

He smiled slightly at the memory, but the smile fell quickly as he picked up three plums, asking politely in Romanian for a bag from the stall owner. He paid, trying to keep a friendly face. His curiosity led him most days. He was slowly feeling a bit more normal, but night terrors and the memory loss; dealing with them alone was hard.

He walked around Bucharest, only to hear sirens wailing. He watched the ambulance pass by before his eyes landed on the newspaper and magazine stall. He was tempted to grab one, but the way the man looked at him made him think otherwise.

The man then took off in a run from his stall, dropping his newspaper down. His curiosity made him sniff around the situation, walking over and grabbing the paper. He read it in disbelief. He knew he hadn't set offa bomb. He didn't have a blank moment or nightmare the night before, so he couldn't have been the Winter Soldier. That led to his next question.

Who was trying to frame him?

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Steve looked around the small apartment. It was old and worn down, newspapers tapped over windows and doors. Eve the mattress looked cheap and springy. Bucky obviously didn't have much money. Where was he possibly getting it from anyway?

Steve moved over to the kitchen, the snacks laying around showing that Bucky didn't exactly make proper meals most days. His eyes caught on a learn bound book and picked it up. He opened it, most of the writing going between English and Russian, like he didn't know which suited best. The bookmarked page though, was what interested Steve. It was a picture of him in the Captain America uniform. Sam spoke in the comm as he looked over the page.

"Understood." He mumbled as he tried to read the garble. He could feel a gaze on his back, turning to it. It was Bucky, dressed casually in a baseball cap and loose hoodie. Steve's heart clenched as he looked upon him. "You always did pull off the stubble." Steve mumbled before he locked eyes with Bucky. "Do you know me?" Bucky didn't back down from his gaze.

"You're Steve... I read about you in a museum..." Bucky lied through his teeth. He was tempted to reach out, to see if Steve was real or another strange nightmare.

"They've set the perimeter." Sam said and Steve set the book down.

"I know you're nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying." Bucky slowly stepped closer to Steve. Steve didn't stop him, nor did he raise his shield.

"I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore." Bucky said softly.

"They're entering the building." Sam notified.

"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive, Buck."

"That's smart." Bucky, now only inches from Steve. Steve noticed his eyes were more green then blue this time. But his eyes were still the same ones that would look at him with pride and love all those decades ago. "Good strategy." They heard the footsteps approach and Bucky looked up.

"They're on the roof. I'm compromised." Sam told Steve.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." Steve whispered, slightly distracted by the proximity between them.

"It always ends in a fight." He sighed.

"Five seconds." Sam warned as Bucky pulled his gloves off.

"You pulled me from the river. Why?" Steve demanded.

"I don't know." Bucky lied.

"Three seconds."

"Yes, you do."

"Fine. I did." Bucky grabbed his strap and pulled him down, giving him a violent kiss that split his bottom lip. "But I won't tell."

"Breach! Breach! Breach!" Sam said frantically as Bucky backed away from Steve in a fluid motion, Steve deflected the flare the moment it smashed though. When the second came, Bucky kicked it in Steve's direction. He can remember how tough his shield is. He knows Steve's not stupid, past or present. A loud voice shouted in German as Bucky used his mattress as a cover, throwing a table aside to block the door when they tried to enter. Men flew through the window, smashing them.

"You're paying for that." He grumbled under his breath as he punched one, Steve saving his ass from the other by pulling the carpet out from under him. Bucky could feel the adrenaline in his veins as they worked in sync, Steve immobilising while Bucky injured. Steve wasn't happy about his injuring methods though.

"Buck, stop!" He grabbed his arm, but he twisted out of it easily, facing him. "You're gonna kill someone." Bucky didn't show remorse as he decked his old friend. He punched the floorboard besides Steve's head.

"I'm not gonna kill anyone." He promised as he pulled his dusty bag out, throwing it out of the apartment. Another trooper shot Bucky, which he deflected with his arm before he felt an arm around him, Steve's shield protecting him.

"Sorry Steve." He groaned as he kicked Steve out the window into another man. "No hard feelings." He said mostly to himself as he turned to the other man, smashing him into his poorly made shelves, using a brick to smash another back. He was in fight or flight mode, and like normal picked both. He'd fight as he escaped, because he knew he would be able to leave if he didn't. Gun fires shot at his door and he scowled.

"I was just making neighbours too." He said sarcastically under his breath as he punched a fist through the door, using it as a shield as he slammed it into three men, taking on the others by hand. He didn't expect the man to fall from the glass roof, so he instinctually slammed him into the wall. He grabbed the iron battering ram and slipped his hand in it, beating the other troops off. He saw more come and jumped on the hanging, unconscious swat member, using him to get down a flight of stairs.

"Suspect has broken containment!" An injured trooper said as Steve entered the scene. "He's headed down the east stairwell!" Steve grabbed the Walkie talkie and crushed it in his anger, jumping down Bucky, only just catching a man he threw over the railing.

"Come on, man." He would have been amused if for the situation they were in. Steve threw the officer back onto the stairwell as Bucky used the railing to jump down a full flight, kicking a officer while he was at it. Bucky turned to a gunman, which Steve stopped with his shield. Bucky was starting to wonder who's side Steve was on. Good or bad, because if he wasn't bad, he certainly wasn't good.

Bucky and Steve shared a glance before Bucky jumped over the rails and downs few flights before he grasped a rail.

"Ahh!" He growled at the feeling, like his metal arm was being pulled from his body. The image wasn't pretty, and neither was the pain. He was quick to get over it though, claiming the railing and kicking the door down as he ran down the hall.

With a leap, he jumped from the apartment building to the next, only just making it with a grunt as he rolled on the roof, grabbing his bag and taking off again. He was not happy to see a guy in black spandex either. He'd agree that spandex was more of a Steve thing. He didn't hesitant to fight when the man came off as an opponent. He was leaving, and he wasn't going to be stopped.

Ouch. Okay, he regretted fighting him, the man was strong and agile like himself, if not stronger. He only got away by inches from his vibranium claws.

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