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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes ([personal profile] woundedwinter) wrote2022-07-25 11:13 am

Sandbox thoughts

Torchwood.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.

Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.

He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.

It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
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[personal profile] spacehopper 2022-07-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack’s whole team is full of brooders. They all have something they’re running from, hiding from, ignoring, and perhaps actively killing. That’s their business. He doesn’t get that involved. Teams come and go. Mostly, in this line of work, they go.

Except for him. A fixed point in time. He never gets to move on.

Despite all is this, Jack can’t help but meddle when the mood strikes him and one member of his team is more moody than usual. “Gotta hit the button to get it started,” Jack tells Bucky as he stares at the microwave. “21st century tech is good but it won’t just heat up dinner for you on its own.”

He’s teasing. Bucky is still a fish out of time and they’re still trying to figure out how another rift opened up in New Mexico, but right now their leads have run dry. He doesn’t want that to be the only thing Bucky lives for though, so he stays on him.

Poking. Bothering. Teasing.

“Whatcha got in there anyway? I was gonna order Thai.”