paper ornaments
a/n: bkdk secret santa fic for @amajikies! happy holidays, friend! i used some elements from my current college au bc i donât know how to break away from it hfjdks. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy! (word count: 4456)
read it on ao3 here.
summary: katsuki forgoes going home for winter break, planning to spend the holidays alone locked in his dorm room in peaceful solitude. izuku, his fellow residence hall neighbor though, wonât stand for it. college au.
âAre you really not going home for winter break?â Kirishima asked Katsuki for the thousandth time that evening, turning around to face him after managing to zip up his overstuffed suitcase.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, not bothering to look up at him, gaze focused on a panel from a weird, gory, but oddly addicting zombie manga heâd stolen from Kaminariâs shelf earlier that day. âI already told you Iâm not going anywhere. Fuck off.â
âYour mom will be disappointed.â
âShe sees me almost every weekendâsheâll live.â
Kaminari, whoâd been sitting at his desk submitting some final assignments, reached over to shut his laptop and spun around to face Katsuki with an incredulous expression. âYouâre willing to stay on campus for the next two weeks instead of going home?â
Katsuki turned a page with a snort. âFuck yeah. Iâll finally get some rest without you assholes around.â
It wasnât as if winter break was anything special to Katsuki, anyway.
The last three winter breaks, heâd gone home and he never did much. His days consisted of him lounging around his house until his mother chased him with a broomstick in order to get him to help clean or Kirishima and Kaminari blasted his phone with persistent text messages to spend the day out.
Christmas day itself was also nothing special; his mother usually made a light dinner for him and his father and then theyâd have some store brought cake for dessert. Later on, his friends would come around in the late evening and pressure him into a night of karaoke.
This year he was a senior and as an art major, he was expected to create one final masterpiece for his Capstone the upcoming semester.
His inspiration though, had been running low lately, and he planned to use the next two weeks on the empty campus to focus on planning for his Capstone without any distractions.
Kirishima only sighed at his friend before giving him a toothy grin. The redhead grabbed at the handle of his suitcase and with loud bang, the suitcase stood in front of him. âI hope youâre not too lonely without us.â
This time Katsuki lowered the manga volume to give Kirishima a smirk. âNot likely. Now get the hell out of here before you miss your train.â
Kirishima picked up his jacket from his bed and started towards the door, towing his suitcase behind him. Kaminari followed suit, his duffle bag already over his shoulder.
âRemember, weâre only a twenty minute train ride away when you canât take the agonizing silence of this soon to be cold, lonely dorm roomââ
Kirishima was silenced by the third volume of Zombies in Tokyo hitting his head with a mighty thunk.
A few hours after his roommates left, Katsuki found himself lounging in his floorâs common room. His legs were hitched onto the coffee table in front of him and he was using one of the couchâs cushions as leverage, a sketchbook in front of him.
In the background, he could faintly hear the All Might anime re-run heâd turned on, half paying attention to the action on screen.
âDETROIT SMASH!!!!!â the muscular superhero cried as he extended a fist toward a sludge monster who roared in response.
Typically he avoided the area, as it was usually loud and swarmed with the people he shared his floor with, except for late nights when he couldnât sleep and he could relax in the silence.
This was one of those rare moments in which Katsuki could find himself there without running into anyone or sharing control of the one television, most of the campus having already been abandoned by students going back home for the next two weeks.
âIs that All Might?!â an excited voice squeaked from the entrance to the common room.
The sudden noise caused him to flinch and lose control of the hand that had been sketching. Gritting his teeth in irritation, he narrowed his red eyes at the now uneven line on the page before him. With a loud sigh he shifted them to turn his glare towards the voice that had broken his concentration.
He was met with a familiar face: freckled rosy cheeks, shining emerald eyes, a beaming smile, and a head of messy, green curls.
Katsuki immediately recognized him; heâd occasionally seen him around the residence hall, flanked by a cinnamon haired girl and a bespectacled giant. Theyâd also shared a Japanese history seminar heâd been forced to take as a prerequisite the semester before; Katsuki remembered him sitting in the front of the class, one of the few students who participated frequently, often times going off on passionate ramblings heâd had trouble catching most of the time.
The boy walked in further into the room, hugging a composition notebook to his chest. It took a moment before his excited smile turned into one of embarrassment, his already flushed cheeks turning an even darker shade of red. âI interrupted you, Iâm so sorry!â
Katsuki felt his glare drop slightly and his heart skip a beat at the sight his bashful little grin.
Adorable fuckhead. The thought slipped before he could stop it and it took everything in him not to blanch at himself because for fuckâs sake, he did not find anything or anyone adorable.
Especially not annoyingly overenthusiastic, broccoli-headed individuals who dared interrupt him while he worked.
Katsuki huffed and moved his eyes back down to his sketchbook, aggressively erasing at his mistake. âApology not accepted, shithead.â
The green-haired boyâs smile did not leave his face though and Katsuki was surprised his unfriendliness hadnât deterred him from approaching the couch.
âCan I join you?â
âI think the fuck not.â
He completely ignored Katsukiâs rejection, settling himself into the seat beside the blond, bringing his knees up to his chest. The notebook heâd been holding was tossed on the coffee table in front of them. âThis is the sludge monster episode! Iconic.â
Katsuki stopped the sketching he had resumed to give him a blank look. âAre you some kind of nerd?â
âIf youâre asking me that because of my enthusiasm for this incredibly amazing, legendary series, then yes I definitely am.â
Katsuki refrained from snorting at his response. âDonât you have somewhere to be? Home like everyone else?â
âIâm staying on campus for winter break this year,â he answered back his green eyes shifting from the television to look at Katsuki curiously. âWhy havenât you left for winter break?â
âNone of your fucking business.â
âYouâre a grouchy one, arenât you?â Katsuki could hear the teasing lilt in his voice.
âAnd youâre annoying as fuck, arenât you?â
âTouchĂ©, Bakugou-san.â The curly-haired boy laughed lightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile.
Katsukiâs eyebrows rose into his hairline, his head whipping to give him a surprised look. âYou know my name?â
âOf course,â the boyâs tone was matter-of-fact. âWe were in the same history seminar last semester!â
Katsuki couldnât help but feel a small twinge of guilt at not remembering his name.
Clearing his throat, Katsuki picked up his long forgotten charcoal pencil to resume his work. âRight.â
A silence fell between them, the only sound coming from the television. From the corner of his eye, Katsuki could see that the boy was watching the screen once more, the corner of his lips upturned in amusement.
Three episodes later, the strangely comfortable companionable silence that fell between them would sometimes be broken with an occasional comment about the episode playing.
Katsuki had almost been disappointedâalmostâwhen the green-haired boy stood from his seat, stretching his arms upward. âIâm going to head to bed. Thanks for letting me watch All Might with you, Bakugou-san.â
âI neverââ
âGoodnight! Iâll see you around!â
âNo, you the fuck you wonât!â Katsuki growled loudly, listening to the sound of his laughter as he walked down the hall.
When he leaned back against the couch cushions, his scarlet eyes traveled to the coffee table and landed on the composition notebook that the green-haired boy had brought in with him.
Tossing his sketchbook to the side, Katsuki leaned forward and picked the notebook from the coffee table.
In neat handwriting, he finally saw his name.
Knock knock.
Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows, burrowing his head deeper into his pillows in attempts to block the insistent knocking.
Knock knock knock.
âWhat the fuck?â Katsuki lifted his head and turned towards his door.
âBakugou-san?â The voice came from the other side, muffled by the door.
Throwing the sheets off of his body, Katsuki jumped out of bed and stomped towards the door, ripping it open. Giving the grinning boy on the other side his best sneer, Katsuki resisted the urge to throttle him.
âWhy the hell are you knocking on my door atââ Katsuki paused to turn and look at the digital clock Kirishima kept on his desk. â7:30 in the morning on a day off?â
âBecause, weâre getting breakfast together.â
âLike hell we are.â Katsuki grumbled, turning away from him and walking back towards his bed. âDonât you have any other friends to go annoy?â
âYouâre my friend!â he crowed in a voice that was entirely too happy for such an early hour. âAnd everyone else is off-campus.â
Katsuki raised an eyebrow and gave him an incredulous look. âSince when are we friends?â
âSince we bonded over All Might last night.â A sweet smile spread across his freckled face. âYou canât take it back.â
âListen here shitty nerd,â Katsuki loudly began. âJust because I sort agreed with you on the genius that was the Impromptu Villains arc, doesnât mean that weâre friends.â
The freckled boy only ignored his words, heading back towards the door. âIâll be waiting in the common room.â
âOi!â Katsuki yelled after him only to have the door shut.
âLittle shithead.â The blond mumbled to himself, lifting himself off of his bed once more and dragging his feet towards his wardrobe to pick something to change into.
After pulling on a sweater and some jeans, Katsuki sleepily stuffed his wallet, keys, and phone into his pocket. Heâd almost made it past his desk when he noticed the composition notebook heâd haphazardly tossed when heâd come back to his room the night before.
After a moment, he grabbed the notebook and made his way to the common room to see the little asshole that had decided to interrupt his slumber bouncing in his seat.
âYou forgot this last night, Deku.â Katsuki practically shoved the notebook in his face.
âDeku?â The boy gave him a confused frown, lowering the notebook to his lap. Katsuki wordlessly pointed towards the front of the notebook in where his name was written on the front.
His green eyes lit up in understanding; he wasnât the first person that had read his name as Deku. âItâs Izuku actually. Midoriya Izuku.â He laughed a little before his smile morphed into a small pout. âSo that means you didnât actually know my name.â
Katsuki let out a quick cough, bringing his hand up to scratch at his head. âDidnât you say weâd be going out to breakfast? Hurry the fuck upâif I donât get something in my stomach, I might have to destroy you.â
Izuku stood from his seat and led this way, all while mumbling, âI canât believe you didnât know my name. We shared a class.â
âCan it, Deku.â
âSo, youâre an art major?â Izukuâs mouth formed an âOâ and his eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise.
âThe fuckâs that look for?â Katsuki asked him around a mouthful of fluffy pancakes, pointing his fork at Izuku.
Izukuâs lips morphed into an impish smile, his shoulders rising into an exaggerated shrug. âYou just donât look very artsy. But now that Iâm thinking about it, it kind of suits youâyouâve kind of got a brooding artist aesthetic going on.â
At his words, Katsukiâs scarlet eyes narrowed into a glare. âYouâre goddamned lucky these pancakes are good or Iâd of thrown my fork at your ugly mug.â
âBrooding and violent artist, Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre making it really fuckinâ easy to come to a decision to never speak to you again.â
Izuku giggled, bringing his mug of tea to his lips, shifting his already empty plate to the side. âOkay, okay, Iâll let you eat your pancakes now.â
Katsuki watched as Izuku slid the notebook heâd returned to him earlier closer to him, the green-haired boy opening the cover and flipping through the pages, almost as if he wanted to make sure its contents remained the same.
âWhatâs in that crap anyway?â
Izuku shut the cover of the notebook and looked up with almost startled eyes. âYou didnât look in it?â
Katsuki had admittedly been tempted to peek inside but had decided against it. As fucking awesome as his art was, he knew he wouldnât be pleased had someone chosen to look into his sketchbook without his consent.
âI wouldnât be asking if I had, shitty nerd.âÂ
Izuku pursed his lips, his gaze lowering to the table. His freckled cheeks flushed with color and he began playing with his fingers. âI-itâs uh, theyâre poems. Poems that I write,â
âIâm a creative writing and literature double major.â Izuku continued, leaning his chin into his hand. âI kind of carry the notebook around with me everywhere in case inspiration hits.âÂ
Katsuki hummed before giving him a smirk. âI thought you might have been a history major.â
âOh?â
âYouâre the only idiot Iâve ever seen get so passionate in a history lecture.âÂ
At his words Izukuâs face turned bright red, an embarrassed smile. âIt was an interesting class.â
Katsuki snorted and shook his head in disagreement. âIt was awful. I spent most of it sleeping in the back.â
Izuku tsked him teasingly, his eyes shining with mirth. âNot a very good student.â
âFuck you, Iâm an amazing student.â
Izuku chortled at his response. After a moment, he directed a soft smile at Katsuki, his eyes earnest. âThanks for having breakfast with me, Bakugou-san.â
Katsuki felt his chest constrict slightly, the tips of his ears growing hot. Biting his lip and averting his gaze, the blond let out an awkward cough. âWhatever, stupid Deku.âÂ
Katsuki hated to admit that the company wasnât so bad. He could tolerate the nerdâeven if he was weirdly passionate about a fictional superhero and forced him out of bed too early.
Ever since theyâd had breakfast, Katsuki had seen Izuku nearly every day for the past week and a half.
Like clockwork, the green-haired, literature major would knock on his dorm room door at 8:30 in the morningâheâd explained to Katsuki that he was being nice and letting him sleep in an hourâin order to have breakfast again.
Theyâd then part ways, reuniting in the common room every evening, watching All Might re-runs until late into the night.Â
Some afternoons, Katsuki would run into him at the local cafĂ©, where he spent his time sketching or messing around on his laptop and theyâd sit in companionable silence.
Other times, the companionable silence would turn into playful banter or long conversations about school, their friends, themselves.
Katsuki learned that Izukuâs favorite color was green, that when he was younger heâd dreamed of being a fireman, his favorite food was katsudon, and that he was incredibly close to his mother.
He was originally from Matsushima, a good ways away from Tokyo and the move from home had been hard on him, though heâd grown accustomed to the many changes that came with living away from home.
Izuku had also eagerly shared that Christmas was one of his favorite times of the year; every year, he and his mother would go out to pick a tree and decorate it together. Theyâd spend the afternoons baking and settle into their kotatsu for a night of television, nursing mugs of hot cocoa.
This would be Izukuâs first holiday season without her.
When Katsuki noticed the forlorn expression his face, heâd asked him why heâd chosen to stay on campus instead of going home and spending time with his mother.
âItâs a short break and I thought itâd be more economical to stay on campus this year.â Izuku explained, shrugging all while smiling sadly. âIâll definitely go home our next break, though.â
Today though, had been the first morning that they hadnât had breakfast together since the first time Izuku had knocked on Katsukiâs dorm room over a week ago.Â
Katsuki, like clockwork, had risen early and had been waiting for the familiar knock on his dorm room doorâa knock-knock-tap-knock that signaled Izukuâs arrival.
With a huff, Katsuki had picked his backpack off the floor, shoved in his laptop, and had grumpily trudged out of his residence hall and into freshly fallen snow, making his way to the cafĂ© earlier than usual.Â
He was definitely not disappointed because he wouldnât be seeing him. Heâd just really been looking forward to his pancakes.
âExcuse me,â Katsuki brought his gaze up from his laptop to look at one of the two baristas working that day standing in front of him. âIt seems the snow outside will get worse soon so weâll be closing the cafĂ© early for the day.â
With one final bow, the barista walked back to the counter.Â
Katsuki turned to look outside the cafĂ©âs window to a flurry of snow falling rapidly.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, standing from his seat. He quickly shoved his belongings into his backpack and zipped up his jacket, ready to face the high windows outside.
Heâd almost made it to campus when he heard a familiar voice call out behind him.
âKacchan!â
Furrowing his eyebrows, Katsuki whirled around to see a bundled up Izuku grinning at him excitedly. His green curls were tucked into a woolly hat, a puffy yellow jacket zipped up to his chin, and green mittens protecting his hands. The tip of his button nose and his freckled cheeks were pink, nipped at by the frosty winds.
Cute motherfucker.
âWho the fuck are you calling Kacchan, nerd?â he ignored Izukuâs previous question, curling his upper lip into a snarl.Â
âYou,â Izuku continued, smile widening and emerald eyes twinkling in merriment. âYou have a nickname for me, itâs only fair I have one for you.â
âYou couldnât have picked something less cute?â
âBut Kacchan, you are cute.â Izuku giggled.
Katsuki froze for a moment, his stomach swooping at Izukuâs words. Blinking rapidly, the blond shook off his momentary shock, and growled. âIâll fucking kill you, Deku.â
As Katsuki approached him threateningly, Izuku yelped. âWait! If youâre going to kill me, let me set these down first.â
Katsuki hadnât noticed that Izuku had two plastic bags wrapped around his wrists and carried a huge paper bag in one of his hands, the name of a nearby department store on the front.
Izuku waddled to a snow-covered bench and set his bags down carefully. Turning back towards Katsuki he shut his eyes tightly and opened his arms widely, as if he were ready to accept whatever came his way. âOkay. Iâm ready. Do with me what you will.â
The corner of Katsukiâs lips pulled into a smirk of amusement. Bending down, he bunched up a wad of snow into his hands, ignoring the painful burn of cold against his skin. With wide steps, Katsuki walked towards Izuku, the snow crunching under his boots.
Izuku squirmed in place, seemingly in anticipation.
Without warning, Katsuki tossed the ball of snow in his hand at the green-haired boy, hitting him close to his face.
Izuku let out a loud gasp, his eyes popping open to face a now grinning Katsuki.
âThat wasnât very nice, Kacchan!â Izuku cried out, his mouth still gaping open. âThat was cold!â
âYeah, well I ainât very nice, Deku.â Katsuki gave him a taunting smile. âWhatâre you gonna do about it?â
A smile grew on Izukuâs face as he leapt towards the ground and picked up a bunch of snow haphazardly flinging the bunch at Katsuki.
âYou little shit!â
Izuku let out something between a strangled yelp and hysterical laughter, attempting to dodge Katsuki when the taller boy lurched towards him.
Katsuki felt himself smile at the sound of another yelp when his second snowball hit the green-haired boy in the face, this time not missing his target.
âIâll get you, Kacchan!â
Stepping to the side in order to avoid one of Izukuâs snowballs, Katsuki, for the first time in a while, allowed himself to enjoy the moment.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Katsuki let out a long sigh, resisting the urge to throw his sketchbook across his dorm room.
Ripping out the page heâd been sketching on, he balled it up and threw it in the bin underneath his desk.
After heâd gotten back from his impromptu snowball fight with Izuku, Katsuki had said goodbye to him and locked himself in his room in hopes of making progress with ideas on his Capstone project.
Although heâd worked diligently for a few hours, he hadnât had much luck.
âFuck it,â Katsuki muttered to himself, taking a quick peek at Kirishimaâs digital clock.
12:23 AM
He slammed his sketchbook shut, tossing the pencil heâd been using back into the pencil case Kirishima had given him for his birthday the year before.
Lifting his tired body from his desk chair, the blond staggered over to his bed, dropping on it with a groan. Closing his eyes, Katsuki pressed his face deeper into his pillow; his consciousness ebbing away as sleep took over.
Crash, crash.
Katsukiâs scarlet eyes popped open, immediately awoken by the loud noise that despite being muffled had been enough to interrupt his slumber
âOh, no!â A voice moaned from the common room, which was across from the hall from Katsukiâs dorm room.
With a sigh, Katsuki jumped from bed and stumbled his way to his door, opening it. His bare feet slapped against the cold linoleum floor as he made his way to the common room.
When he peered inside, he saw a familiar head of green-curls bent over what seemed to be broken Christmas tree ornaments, his fingers picking at multi-colored shards of glass.
On the common room coffee table was a bare, mini-sized Christmas tree.
âOi, be careful, you idiot.â Katsuki barked at him, causing Izuku to jump slightly at his sudden voice.
Rushing forward, Katsuki knelt down beside him, and with a gentleness that was uncharacteristic of him, moved Izukuâs hands away. He cautiously began reaching for some shards himself, placing them into the plastic bag Izuku had been using. âWhat is all this shit?â
âI wanted to surprise you with a decorated tree in the morning,â Izuku frowned disappointedly at him, blowing out a frustrated breath. âBut I tripped and everything shattered.â
Katsuki felt his heart lurch at the sight of his dispirited expression, his stomach churning uncomfortably.
âI can clean up the rest, Kacchan,â Izuku gave him a small smile that didnât reach his eyes. âIâm sorry if I woke you with all the noise.
Katsuki watched him for a moment, concern in his eyes. âOi, itâs fine, I can clean up the rest.â Letting out a small cough, Katsuki continued picking up shards. âKnowing your clumsy ass, Iâd have to take you to the ER to get stitches if I let you near this mess any longer.â
Izuku let out a small laugh. âThank you, Kacchan.â
âYeah, sâwhatever.â he muttered in response, lowering his gaze and concentrating on not cutting himself with the remaining shards.
As he tucked the last of the shards into the plastic bag, Katsuki hoisted himself upwards and looked towards Izuku again, his expression still downcast.Â
Biting his lip, Katsuki rolled his eyes toward the ceiling before opening his mouth to speak. âOi.â
âHmm?â Izukuâs eyes snapped up to meet Katsukiâs, the blondâs voice seemingly bringing him back from his thoughts.Â
âGet that stupid look off your face,â Katsuki reached down to grab his wrist softly, pulling Izuku to his feet. âLetâs go.â
Izuku followed behind him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhere are we going?â
âWeâre gonna go make some fucking ornaments.â Katsuki answered his question, opening the door to his room, waiting for Izuku to enter.
Instead of going in, Izuku continued to stare at him with uncertainty. âMake ornaments?â
âYeah,â The blond art major answered simply. âDo you have some yarn?â
For the first time since heâd walked into the common room that night, Izuku smiled that smile that could light up a roomâthe smile that made Katsukiâs insides flutter.
âKnitting just happens to be one of my favorite pastimes.âÂ
âFucking nerd.â Katsuki snorted.
âLast one,â Izuku yawned into his hand looping a red string of yarn through the hole heâd punched on the paper ornament, clumsily typing a knot. He reached over and gently placed the ornament on the now fully decorated tree. âThere.â
Izuku got to his feet and slightly stepped away to admire his and Katsukiâs hard work, the duo working into the morning, the sun now shining through the common room blinds.
Theyâd suffered through heavy eyelids, several paper cuts, and odd marker stains on their skin.
Coming up behind him, Katsuki nudged him gently, a small smirk on his face. âIt looks pretty good, doesnât it?â
âOnly because of your artistic talents,â Izuku gave him a shy grin. âThanks, again, Kacchan.â
Katsuki rolled his eyes playful, the corner of his lips lifting into a more sincere smile. âAnything to have gotten that mopey look off your idiotic face.â
It was now Izukuâs turn to smirk, the green-haired boy giving Katsuki a teasing little look. âOh? So he does care.â
âDonât make me regret being nice to you.â Katsuki scowled at him, turning away and heading towards the couch.
With an exhausted groan, the blond slouched onto the cushions and closed his eyes, leaning his head back comfortably.
He felt the seat next to him dip with added weight and a searing yet comforting warmth at his side, Izuku having come to sit beside him. A moment later, he felt a pressure on his shoulder, hair tickling his chin.
âOi, what the fuck do you think youâre doing?â
âSleeping.â
âNot on me, shithead.â
âKacchan,â Izuku whined sleepily, sit still. âIâm sleepy.â
Ignoring the heat that rushed to his cheeks, Katsuki leaned back comfortably once more, allowing himself to relax.
âKacchan?â
âWhat?â
âMerry Christmas.â
Katsuki let out a small laugh through his nose. âMerry Christmas, Deku.â
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Promise Me. (Pt. Two)
PART ONE
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: The raid of a Hydra base wasnât successful for the 107th hoped and Bucky is among those taken prisoner. Meanwhile, Captain America stops by.
Word Count: 2,069
Warnings: Talk about war wounds, briefly talking about Buckyâs torture while captured by Hydra
The 107th had headed to take the Hydra base three days ago. Less than half of them had returned and Bucky wasnât among them. Losing soldiers was the dark side to war and you were rather familiar with it. But this loss was darker than usual.
You were still expected to take care of the solders that did returned. And they had returned in a mess; physically and mentally. With a large group needing attention, all the tents were opened to one large room. As you accompanied the doctor from soldier to soldier you searched for Sergeant Barnes. He had been reported MIA since the group got back but the lump in the back of your throat didnât let you give up hope. However none of these young men had those bright blue eyes. No one had that soft chestnut hair that laid perfectly unkempt. James Buchanan Barnes was not here.
It was irrational for you to be so invested in someone you had only met. In your training they had specifically talked about keeping somewhat of a distance; people were going to be lost. And up until when he walked into your tent, you had been able to maintain that distance. But Bucky had been different. He pulled you in without even trying or you realizing. The intensity in which he listened and the care in which he responded. You thought you might feel better if you knew for sure his condition. But when you thought of the possible outcomes, it didn't bring any comfort.
"He's here!" A fellow nurse cried popping her head in the tent.
"Who?" You asked more hopeful than you intended.
"Captain America!" She told rushing out to see him. You had heard of the little shows he had put on back in the states; punching Hitler in every town. That may have been cleaver to sell war bonds, but this was the real war and a fool in a flag wasn't going to be any help. Begrudgingly, you made your way out to the commotion.
A stage had been constructed and you could see all the remaining soldiers had gathered for the show; which started with dancing girls. The soldiers roared as soon as they stepped on stage. You rolled your eyes. They left the stage with a great deal of hollering which came to a silent halt when the star spangled icon replaced them. However this is when all the nurses perked up. Even you found yourself being more alert.
Captain America as they called him, stood over six feet tall with generously broad shoulders. His 'uniform' clung to his well defined muscles. He was wearing a soft mask but he had deep blue eyes; or were they were green? You could sense he believed the message he shared but did appreciate the method being used to get it across. The soldiers started to give him a hard time. At first he tried to continue but after being mooned and then after they started to throw things at him, he left the stage and the girls returned much to the soldiers pleasure.
"Let's go see if we can meet him!" One of the nurses squealed.
They agreed and tried to drag you along but you insisted on staying behind. Shortly after they scurried away, you noticed him walking by wearing a brown leather jacket and carrying a leather bound notebook and a pencil. It had started to rain so he took cover across the way and started to draw; you couldn't tell what though.
There was a soft focus to him that you thought was almost familiar. The particular way his blonde hair was combed to the side, you could have sworn you'd seen it before. You were just about to approach him when that fiery brunette (who you found out was Peggy Carter) from your first day came around the corner. It seemed like they knew each other already.
A soldier being brought in for care broke your attention. He was missing a bit of his arm and they told you he had been unconscious for several minutes. The doctor rushed to get started and you were right there for assistance. Then you heard âCaptain Americaâ say âThe 107th?â with urgency in his voice. He left Peggy and rushed to the tent next to yours were Colonel Phillips who was writing death notifications for all the men who hadnât returned. You leaned as far as you could to hear the conversation but there was too much commotion in front of you that you needed to focus on. But then, crystal clear, you heard him utter a name, âJames Barnesâ. Without realizing it you turned a full 180 degrees away from the patient and stared at the tent wall that separated you from the man who had just asked about Bucky.
âNurse (y/n)!â the doctor cried.
Immediately you returned. It took all you had to let âCaptain Americaâ leave without rushing to him and asking him how he knew Bucky but this man needed your help and thatâs why you were there.
Later in the afternoon, you quietly entered Colonel Phillips tent; he was still writing letters. âWhat do you want? Iâm busy.â he meant to bark but his tone was defeated.
âIâm sorry to bother you sir. I was just wondering if you knew how âCaptain Americaâ knew Sgt. Barnes?â you tried to keep your voice from trembling but werenât having great success.
âWho? Oh Steve Rogers?â your eyes widened and your mouth fell open, âI donât know how the kid knows him and I donât care. Leave me alone!â
You didnât stay to get any more answers. Could it be true? Could that really be the Steve Bucky told you about? Was that why it seemed like you knew him? That would explain why he was concerned about Bucky. Your heart was palpitating so fast you were worried it might explode. Steve and Peggy had left hours ago and there was nothing to do now but wait and see what they did.
That night was the most sleepless night you ever had. Peggy had returned but Steve had not. Apparently they, Peggy and the pilot Howard Stark, last saw him as he jumped out of the plane into the enemy territory while under fire. The feeling of the base was that he was just as lost as the soldered he went to save.
When the first rays of morning finally broke through, you got out of your bunch and put on your last white uniform. It never made much sense to you for your nurses uniforms to be white when there was so much they came in contact with that would stain and ruin them. But none the less, you pulled your hair into a bun and pinned your hat over it to keep it in place. Shortly after you had finished getting ready you heard a commotion outside. You peaked out of your tent and realized what had caused it.
In a marvelous movement were the lost soldiers of the 107th marching back to camp with Captain America in the lead and Bucky on his left. They marched with their heads high and their chests out. Never had you been so impressed by a group of soldiers. Your eyes welled with tears as everyone in the camp rushed to great them.
Steve gave Peggy back a radio that had been shot through and then offered himself up for disciplinary action to Colonel Phillips; who denied it. Then with a loud voice Bucky encouraged everyone to âGive it up for Captain America!â the crowd cheered and Steve looked back at Bucky who smiled and tilted his head to the side. However as soon as Steve looked away, Buckyâs face fell. You could tell that he was in pain and that it wasnât all physical. Unable to stay back any more, you pushed through the crowd to get to the middle where Bucky was.
Before you had pushed past the last person Bucky had turned your direction. His eyes were exhausted and shirt had been torn at the top of his left sleeve. When he saw you, he took the gun off that was hanging across his chest and dropped it gently to the ground. He embraced you, almost from underneath, swooping you into his arms. You held him as tight as you could and he buried his face into your shoulder. No one noticed your embrace do to all the other commotion so you got hold him for quite a while before he pulled away.
âYouâre alive.â you said wiping away tears from your eyes.
âOf course I am.â he smiled but it wasnât the same.
âAre you okay?â you lifted your hands and gently touched a cut under his left eye that had already started to heal. His eyes fell closed as you felt his face and shoulders checking for other surface wounds.
He took your hand off his shoulders and held them gently, âIâm fine. I just have a bit of a headache.â
âLet me get you something for that.â you gave a final pulse to his hand and you rushed to one of the infirmary tents. When you returned with some aspirin, Bucky had just left Steve. Bucky mustered a smile as you handed him the pills, which he threw back dry. âIâm so glad youâre safe.â you said softly, âI just never imagined your boyfriend would have saved you.â he let out a single âhaâ, âHe looks differently than how you described him...â
Bucky looked over his shoulder at Steve, âHe looks differently than how I left him.â the two of you shared a light moment. His eyes seemed brighter and his smile more sincere the longer the two of you shared a look. That feeling from the night you spent together before he left had returned and you were being pulled together. Bucky softly put his finger under your chin to tilt your face to his but you pulled away. He looked more hurt than confused.
âMaybe we shouldnât...â you said in a breath darting a look over to his old friend.
Bucky followed your line of sight. âHim being here doesnât change anything; at least not for me.â
âAre you sure he feels the same way?â your own nervousness took you off guard.
âYou must not have noticed that heâs occupied himself.â Bucky raised his eyebrows and you took a moment to see that Steve was very enthralled with Ms. Carter. âI think he and I are in agreement on this.â
His words put you at ease but the moment had past. Bucky blinked several times, once for a long time. âAre you okay?â
âOh itâs just this headache.â he insisted.
âWhy donât you come lie down?â you suggested. He nodded and you led him to your tent. âYou wonât be bothered here.â
âIs this your tent?â his tone peaked and his smile curved smugly. You only responded with a smug smile of your own.
âGet some rest. Iâll stop by in a bit.â He didnât persist any further and you went back to the chaos. The returned soldiers would need a looking over but the rest of them seemed to be of the best of health; good spirits even. It was a refreshing sight but it made you concerned for Bucky. âExcuse me,â you interrupted Steve talking with a soldier with a handlebar mustache and wearing a bowlers cap, âIâm sorry to interrupt but if I could ask you some questions about Sergeant Barnes...â
Steve immediately dismissed the conversation. âIs he alright?â
âHeâs lying down with a headache now. But it doesnât seem as if the other soldiers are bothered in the least. Did you find him separate from the others?â
âYes,â his voice dropped a bit, âHe was strapped to a table, there was a work bench... Iâm not sure what they did to him. But he was in quite a daze when I found him; he was muttering something...â Steveâs voice broke a bit. You too took a short breath.
âThank you Steve.â you said softly as you turned to leave.
âHave we met?â he called out.
âNot officially, but Bucky has told me much about you.â Your toned warmed and Steveâs cheeks pinked.
âHas he...â
âHe has. Nothing but good things I assure you.â you left him with a smile.
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