Marvel One-Shots

1. Stucky

The mysterious assassin's mask flew off his face, revealing a pair of cold, angry blue eyes and a sharp defined jawline. Instantly recognising the familiar features, Steve was rendered speechless for a moment before he could finally register what was happening.

"Bucky?" The confused super-soldier stuttered. All the strong memories that were attached to that one single word came flooding back, demolishing the barrier Steve had set up in an attempt to stop himself from thinking about it. Him. James Buchanan Barnes. The man who had saved him from so much, but when it came down to it, Steve failed to save him.

Recognition flashed across the long-haired man's eyes as he fought with his HYDRA-filled, tortured mind to remember the beautiful man standing before him. Everything about him seemed so close, yet just out of reach. He could brush just his fingertips against the memories but even that sent a searing pain through his head, stopping him from thinking at all.

Steve noticed a change in the man's expression, the man who was his best and only friend when he was a weak and helpless man back in Brooklyn. He looked so different; his usually clean shaven face was now dotted with uneven stubble. His usual perfectly styled, fluffy brown hair was now shoulder length and unbrushed. His usually friendly and warm deep blue eyes were now a shade darker, filled with pure hatred and pain. His best friend was now somehow his enemy: The Winter Soldier.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" The brainwashed man snarled in his deep voice, a hint of his Brooklyn accent still buried there underneath everything else. His head was full of a roaring pain as he tried to remember his past.

"Bucky! You're Bucky!" Steve pleaded with the man, disappointed that he hadn't recognised him. Bucky stopped. He knew that face. He knew the name. It was on the tip of his tongue...

"Steve?"