Sara Lance { is the steady hand & beating heart } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-11 08:20 am
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-11 08:20 am
Unnamed Legends/Avengers Verse
The Waverider isn't foreign to having the every now and again visitor, picked up in the middle of a mission. Dragged along for one. Dropping off, like so much chaff or a wayward puppy. The Avengers aren't exactly that, but at the end of the day The Avengers aren't Sara's concern. Her people are. Time is.
Cleaning house, and sweeping the people out, brings with it a sort of peace.
Another check in the books, that means they are at the end of the mission.
Means they can pretend for five or ten minutes, they're normal. Eat a damn meal all together, without everyone running off helter-skelter, guns at blazing. Means she can get some rest, in a bed really, really not made for three, but they've found ways to make it work, and there's nowhere else she'd be. Just a few more loose ends and mission notes to tie up. Then, a cursory glance over the timeline to see what and where Gideon thinks they should be headed next, and she'll be done with today.
[ For Bucky's Request To Come Aboard & Steve/Sara Conversations About This ]
Cleaning house, and sweeping the people out, brings with it a sort of peace.
Another check in the books, that means they are at the end of the mission.
Means they can pretend for five or ten minutes, they're normal. Eat a damn meal all together, without everyone running off helter-skelter, guns at blazing. Means she can get some rest, in a bed really, really not made for three, but they've found ways to make it work, and there's nowhere else she'd be. Just a few more loose ends and mission notes to tie up. Then, a cursory glance over the timeline to see what and where Gideon thinks they should be headed next, and she'll be done with today.
[ For Bucky's Request To Come Aboard & Steve/Sara Conversations About This ]
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Bucky needs this, so Steve relents. He doesn't like it. He doesn't approve of it, but he accepts it. There's a shiver inside of him and a tremble in his hands as he holds Bucky close.
He hates goodbyes.
"It's from the museum, from before the war. Right after I brought you, all of you, back to the base." He sighed. "When I saved you..." From the time when he could save Bucky. He just wished he could save Bucky now. "I look at it when I think of you. I miss that smile."
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"But it'll always be you and me, Steve. End of the line and beyond," he promises. For now he needs a place to get his head together, to not have to look over his shoulder constantly. SHIELD, what's left of it, won't find him and neither will Stark and he needs that right now more than anything. To keep his focus on rebuilding who Bucky Barnes is now. Or who he will be.
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Slowly, he pulls away, nodding his head to Bucky. "You know where I'll be. How to reach me, I mean, if you need anything. Always end of the line." Steve rises to his feet, wrapping his arms around Bucky and giving him a hug. It's not goodbye. Not really. It's just for now. Strong hands pat Bucky before pulling away from him reluctantly.
"Stay out of trouble, okay? Don't like... Try to stop Pompeii from burning or something. Don't go changing time too much."
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He can't. Not until he's had some time to figure out who Bucky Barnes is now that he's free from HYDRA. The programming is cleared out of his head but he's got lifetimes of scars to work through before he can give Steve what he deserves in a partner.
He smiles fondly, giving him a chuck on the shoulder. "Pretty sure that's not what they do out here, punk. But I'll remember."
"I'll check in when I can. At least once a week."
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He laughed, shaking his head at Bucky. "Just check in whenever. You don't have to report in like a curfew or something." He gave Bucky a look. "I'm not your probation officer."
Just a guy who cared.
And he takes a step back. Then another. He knows if he doesn't, he never will. "I'm always with you, Buck." Steve sighs, turning and walking out of the room. He needs to move before he loses it. He can't let Bucky see it. Once he's off the ship, with Nat and Sam, then he can have a breakdown. Not here. Not now.
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He's walking the ship one last time before going to Sara or Snart for the night, making sure that things are locked down and they're ready for the next job. Watching things because Sara's eyes can't be everywhere.
So he pulls to a halt as he watches Stars and Stripes leave the room they'd assigned to Barnes.
Barnes. Another guy who'd had his head put through the wringer. Brainwashed. Unmade. Turned into a weapon again and again. If one person on the ship understood what that was like, it was him.
Not that he was gonna admit it to this guy.
He regards the guy for a long moment.
"We'll watch his back."
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In truth, Steve knew very little about the crew he was dropping Bucky off with. A few things, rumours really, things he wasn't about to just go asking them if they did. He wasn't that rude. Still, they were there, in the back of his mind.
"Good," he said softly. "Just... Just saying goodbye," he murmured softly. "You know. Wishing him good luck..." Steve blushes. He can't help it. He can only imagine what they all think of him and his feelings about Bucky. It didn't matter if it was true, it still made him blush.
"Watch his six... He's good, uh... He's a good guy."
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Mick shrugs and yanks a device from his pocket, pushing it at Steve. "Here. Modified phone so New Guy can call you, keep you from worrying."
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"Thank you," he murmured. "That means a lot. I'll never stop worrying, but... This will help," he said with a small smile. "Thanks."