A Short Story

“Your thinking I will help you escape. I won’t.” The man said. Smirking deviously at (Y/n)’s crestfallen face.

“Just say hi, you’re not complete strangers anyway, you spoke to him on the phone that one time didn’t you? Plus, Sam tells him about you a lot, it’s sweet really,” You smiled up at him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. You’d never seen him get in such a state before, sure, you’d seen him during one of his ‘episodes’ but this was a nervous Bucky, not a scared Bucky. “Why are you so worked up anyway? Nothing bad will happen.”

He turns towards Randy, "This is why you should not let your emotions get to you. This is always you should not rush into battle, He who rushes into battle, loses. Remember that,

Steve stared down at the letter from Bucky with a mixture of humor and loneliness. He had only been gone two weeks for training and already he had written Steve. It must have been the first thing he did after he got settled in. That really wasn’t all that unusual, it was as much to make sure Steve didn’t run off and do something stupid as it was to keep in touch with his best friend. They were supposed to be there together, training together, fighting together, just as they always had. However, the government didn’t seem to think that Steve was fit to fight for his country. Steve disagreed.

He tells Marcia that God is “too mean” and that “he spends too much time killing children” (Nemesis 260). Soon after arriving at camp, Bucky finds out he has polio and becomes paralyzed. He does not allow his fiancée to visit him or be with him. His paralysis and the polio epidemic had “irreparably damaged his assurance as a virile man, and he had withdrawn completely from that whole side of life” (Nemesis 246). She attempts to remind him of the responsible type of person he is.

So when Bucky, his life partner, wakes him up at 2:00 in the morning with a,

"I – what?" Steve says, putting a hand on Bucky's right arm; after a moment, it relaxes, and Bucky's hand moves away from the sidearm strapped to his

“Come on, Rogers, You need to lay down.” Bucky tugged tug his arm. Steve resisted.

summary: steve has organized a cozy getaway for you and bucky in big bear, california.

Risking his life by attempting to take a bullet for Diana and following her unquestioned through No Mans Land. After being order to stand down and refusing these orders Steve uses the Lasso of Truth to confess to Diana saying, “I am taking you to the front; we are probably going to die; this is a terrible idea”. Although Steve is devoted to his mission, his body language and telling eyes reveal how difficult a decision it is to face death. It is important to realize that unlike Diana, whose sacred duty is to defend the world, Steve has volunteered to protect and serve. Although he does not have super powers and immortality, Steve will do anything for the greater good because he knows his actions can make a difference and are necessary.

“Now..now, my fellow brothers how about whoever grabs it first can take it? Fighting each other won’t do us any good.” The pursuer feigned a smile.

Not long after, Steve said calmly, though his facial expression gave him away, and just loud enough for Bernie to hear him, "Let me tell you something, jerkweed. They might not know who you are, but I do and if you try anything on them, so help me God, if you don't die in this house tonight, you will wish you were dead by the time I'm done with

Percy turned to Steve and Leo. "Distractions. Do anything you have. But if you do run into any defensive people, knock them out."

You admired Bucky as he sat on corner writing on a notebook. It had become a bad habit now, to notice everything the super soldier did. You moved closer to Steve to ask him about the content of the notebooks and you couldn't help but feel a bit sad after he explained how Bucky would write everything he could remember. You imagined the awful collection of stories Bucky must have written on those pages. You left the tower still thinking about those notebooks, especially how it must be torture to read those memories. You stopped at a small store that was on the way to your apartment and bought some stationary. Pen in hand, you sat on your kitchen table and wrote “TO BUCKY” on the first blank piece of paper. Maybe it was time to give the ex-assassin

“Why did you bring this kid here, he doesn’t even look like he have any experience in fighting,” said the teens.