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

Chapter 7

"Steve." Bucky looked up at the blond with a groan, metal arm wedged in the machine.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asked to clarify.

"...Your mums name was Sarah." A few moments later he smiled. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." His words were laced with a chuckle.

"Can't read that in a museum." Steve stepped closer to Bucky.

"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Sam questioned as he looked between them. Bucky's smile dropped.

"What did I do?"

"...Enough. No clear deaths in the building from my knowledge." He admitted. He knew Bucky hated lies.

"Oh, God, I knew this would happen." His brown locks covered his face. "Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

Steve felt his protectiveness and anger spike.

"Who was he?"

"I don't know, babydoll." It slipped out and Sam rose a brow, going between them with looks.

"People are dead. The bombing, the set up, the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know', Buck."

"No questions to the nickname? Forget I asked." Sam shrugged. "Old people."

"Shut up." Bucky grumbled slightly, his bones aching and the position uncomfortable on his knees and shoulder. "He wanted to know about Siberia." Bucky said. "...Where I was kept." Bucky looked up at Steve. "He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that...?" Steve asked, softer this time as he kneeled in front of Bucky so they could stay at eye level.

"Because...I'm not the only Winter Soldier."

"Explain." Sam ordered and Steve have him a warning glance.

"...There was five of them, six if you count me. I was to be their mentor, guide in a way, to the Winter Soldier program. Most of the time, I was just used to spar with them, to figure out who was the best super soldier." He let out a shuddered breath. "But one day they got out of the control. One attacked a scientist and then the others followed. I was ordered to keep one of the Hydra men safe, so I did. They were the most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in Hydra history. And that was before the serum."

"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked.

"Worse." Steve rubbed a hand down his face.

"The doctor...could he control them?"

"Enough."

"He said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve told them and Sam looked at him with wide eyes.

"With these guys, he could do it." He chuckled bitterly. "They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight... Infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise. They can take a whole country down in one night, and you'd never see them coming."

Sam whispered a few things in Steve's ear. "So where on our own?" Steve sighed.

"Maybe not...I know a guy." Steve nodded.

"Good."

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Once they were alone, Sam trying to Hotwire a old car, Bucky went quiet.

"...Come on, Buck, talk to me."

"I don't know what to say." He admitted. "It's been two years and I'm still picking up piece of our past."

"You don't have to pick them all up on your own. I'm here for that." Steve reached for his flesh hand, resting it over his and squeezing it. Bucky looked at him with blue-grey eyes, the sky orbs now dimmed with a light fog.

"Kiss me." Steve blinked in surprise at his request.

"Can I ask why?"

"...I want to remember. I- I can't remember it." Steve sighed softly, unable to deny his lost tone. He pushed Bucky's hair out of his face and leant forward slowly encase he changed his mind. He didn't, closing the gap between their lips.

Bucky could feel the pounding of his heart in his ears and though Steve might be able to hear it with it thumped in his chest.

Steve's lips were soft, a familiar feeling gracing Bucky as he pressed against them harder, held back slightly by his wedged metal arm, but he ignored. Steve placed a hand on the brunet's shoulder and waist, tilting his head to deepen the slow kiss. He'd missed this. He hadn't kissed anyone like a lover since that night with Bucky in the tent, and it felt so nice to finally have that feeling back.

"I love you, Buck." Bucky's lips paused for a moment and Steve thought he might have been too forward. Bucky didn't remember most of it after all.

"I know...that you do. I know you do. I remember." He broke out a small grin, resting his forehead on Steve's shoulder as he gave a giddy giggle. Steve almost laughed at the noise as he hugged Bucky, nose buried in his disheveled hair.

"So, this is what I've been missing." Steve around to Sam who was leaning on the doorframe. Bucky tensed until he was as tough as a brick.

"Calm down Buck." Steve said in concern.

"No one was supposed to know." Bucky mumbled under his breath. Only Steve caught it.

"Buck, things have changed with time. We don't have to hide. We aren't army men in the 40's anymore." He reassured, rubbing his shoulder. Bucky's muscles slowly unwounded, relax. He seemed to come to terms with Steve's words.

"Some still don't like us though." Bucky mumbled, making Steve frown.

"Sam isn't 'some'." Steve promised.

"No wonder you never went for Sharon. You're into sexy and mysterious brunettes like Peggy and Bucky." Sam joked, trying to lighten the tense mood.

"Sharon?" Bucky frowned at the name. "Who's that?"

"Neighbour, well, ex, but she's Peggy's niece."

"Ex?"

"Oh ho, you got a jealous boy Cap." Sam teased.

"Shut up, I mean he's an ex-neighbour Buck."

"No. I'm not surprised. I was presumed dead for years, you were frozen for seventy... I'm not surprised if you tried to join the dating pool." Bucky sighed, moving to sit with a wince, shoulder straining as his knees ached.

"Sorry about the wedge...We didn't want to take chances."

"That's fine, babydoll, it's a smart move. You've grown since I met that little Brooklyn runt." Bucky smiled. "I just wish I coulda been there."

"You were always there Buck. Right here." He took his hand and placed it over his beating heart. "They told me not to be a great soldier, but a good man. You made me a good man Bucky."

"...God, you're so sentimental, you punk." Bucky laughed, slightly brokenly. He was affected by the sweet words. Sam slipped out to give them privacy.

"Jerk." Steve wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, placing small kisses over him. His ear, nose, his cheeks, his temple, his hair. Random and spontaneous, but fill with affection.

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