sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs (unshield) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2018-09-08 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! incomplete, marvel: bucky barnes, marvel: steve rogers |
WHO: Steeb & Bucket
WHAT: Reuniting
WHEN: BACKDATED September 3rd
WHERE: Near the Poppy Field
WARNINGS: Feels
RATING | STATUS: Low | Incomplete
Life has a funny way of kicking you when you're down. Steve was more familiar with that than most and it felt like a real kick to gut when he ended up over looking the field of red poppies mere hours after losing not just his best friend, but half his team... half the world-- no, half the universe. Steve felt in his chest, that ugly tightness constricting his breathing. Another loss, another band around his heart gripping it firmly. Not only did he lose everything, but now he was alone in a strange place without any clue how he got there.
It was strange how much he felt like giving up. He was Steve Rogers, Captain America and he was, at last, defeated. He'd never known was it was like to want to give up in the face of adversity. Turns out it was the sound of dead silence as half the universe vanished from existence.
The bag and the phone weren't far but it took Steve a couple minutes to get to it and rummage around. It felt like going through the motions, like maybe he was on autopilot and it felt like the thing he should do. There were a lot of things Steve wanted to do, he wanted yell and cry and pummel the nearest thing to him but he knew all that wasn't going to help. He knew the best path to answers was to find information on where the hell he was. He didn't want to, not really, but it was easier than facing the gaping hole in his chest.
Seeing Bucky’s name come up left Steve dumbfounded, lost for words and struck between hope and suspicion that this was a joke. Or that maybe he'd disappeared alongside his friend. The more they talked, the more Steve was convinced it wasn't a joke and that maybe he had died but even that didn't seen plausible the more he talked with Bucky. It'd been hours since Steve had watched him disappear, hours since he'd drifted away on the wind as if he were nothing and Steve sat among the strange ashes. And now he was waiting for him.
Something like hope lingered in Steve's chest, he wanted so badly for the person on the other end to be Bucky but he knew death could only be cheated so many times. Steve stood for a long time looking out at the sea of red as he waited, contemplating and thinking and trying to right his thoughts. They'd been scattered, thrown to the wind in the aftermath of the snap and he needed time to try sort them out but all he could think about was Bucky.
He'd heard the footsteps before he seen him, the familiar gait and Steve couldn't help but grin. He felt the grip loosen ever so slightly, a lump rising in his throat as he turned to see... "Bucky." he said, voice strangled. Steve wasn't much for crying, but there were exceptions to everything. He screwed his face up, caught between the pain he'd collected in his chest and the absolute relief of seeing his brother again. Once he was in reach, Steve pulled him in close and gripped him hard.