Continuity: Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Genres: Angst, Drama, (A Dash Of Hurt/Comfort)
Warnings: Major Character Deaths
Spoilers: For Captain America 1: The First Avenger and Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Summary: Sometimes the weight of the present can be more crushing than the past.
Date Of Completion: April 8, 2014
Date Of Posting: April 10, 2014
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 510
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this the night I came home from seeing the movie! ;) I’m not sure why the first piece I write inspired by Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier is a deathfic, but so it goes. I guess a melancholy mood just struck me during this scene. It is, of course, canon divergence though everything that came before remains the same.
On frozen ground.
Covering the dead,
Sheathed in ice,
As she gently
Sergeant Dan Cody
“Nightmare On Earth:
Poems Of World War I”
Steve swam up to consciousness through a haze of blood-red pain. He hurt everywhere, but especially in his stomach. His hand touched the warm stickiness of blood. Gut-shot is one of the worst ways to go. He opened his eyes.
Bucky’s face filled his vision, gaunt and grim, framed by long, brown hair. Steve’s heart ached.
“End of the line, Buck” He coughed harshly. He could feel more blood pump out of his wound. Even the Super-Soldier Serum needed time to work. He didn’t have time. He could feel them dropping rapidly as the carrier fell to earth, a twisted mass of metal.
You and me, we’ve suffered for nearly 70 years, but I slept untouched while you were frozen over and over and tortured. Fury speculated that cryogenics have kept you from aging. I can buy that. It fits somehow.
“Bucky,” he rasped.
Bucky said nothing, but he didn’t appear angry anymore. Maybe he was shutting down, unable to process everything.
“I…fell into the ice, and you…fell into the snow. Winter of the soul. We’re always…linked.” He scrabbled for Bucky’s non-metal hand, closing his fingers around it. The other man did not pull away.
“We’re…men…out of time. I’ve…adapted some to this century, but I’m…a ‘40s guy at heart.” He smiled slightly. “Guess Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey…just do it…for me.” He could feel the cold seeping through his bones. It was like the ice all over again. His strength was fading. “We don’t belong here…you and I. We’re just relics, anachronisms.”
The thought didn’t hurt. Instead, he thought fondly of all the people he’d come to know in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.
Thor would understand. He knows about time and its endless stretches, and where one belongs. Bruce and Natasha know about when your number’s up. Clint, too. Phil experienced it, a man who loves the past and sees the future. Poor Tony. I’m not sure he’ll ever learn about time. Time can’t be controlled. It just is.
Sam’s a good man. Fury will see to his safety. Fury is Fury. It’s a whole new world, and I’m too old to start over yet again.
He squeezed Bucky’s hand weakly. He could see blood glinting off Bucky’s thigh. He was losing blood fast, too, yet he was unmoving.
“You and me, Bucky. Always.” He coughed again, blood a metallic taste in his mouth. “We don’t belong here. We don’t fit.”
The pain was disappearing. He could feel a sense of peace washing over him. The carrier would make impact any second.
He smiled again. The voice was lost but hopeful. At least that memory had surfaced in Bucky’s broken mind.
The carrier hit the water with bone-jarring force. The cold water gently washed over him as Steve sank beneath the waves, still holding Bucky’s warm hand.