[ ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death? hell no. symbols can overshadow people behind them if left unchecked. zemo is someone who puts words to this thought process. notes there's flaws that get forgotten with symbols. the pedestals they get put on. that's why it's so important the symbol is someone responsible in charge of it. bucky is used to going to sleep and waking up in a different era. the blip was nothing to him. he did that for years and years and years so what's five more? so he cannot possibly understand the level sam is going to unless he lets go of the symbol and looks at the person that's supposed to hold it. right now he's having difficulty seeing past it. ]
Outdated ones. [ sam can be infuriating but that's part of his odd sort of charm. in a masochistic sort of way, he likes being called out on his shit. does he want to slap sam across the face? a little bit. but he's here and he's not having the worst time of his life. entire trauma being brought to the surface and his crumbling unstable mental state aside, he is outside socializing with people. proud of him, therapist? every rule is broken but whatever. what else is new. ] An actor in there wouldn't be surprising. [ there's a visual in his head. something recalled of margaret carter, director of shield, lying through her teeth thanking the men beside her for wonderful contributions. he remembers being angry about how her red lips, viewed from the sights of a rifle, were in a convincing smile. acting like everything's fine, there was no history she despised, and continued shaking hands with the then-aged scientist bucky has the face of branded into his head. acting. one of the men next to them has his head jerk back with a stream of red after she moves out of the way. evidence to frame someone else in place, the soldier then returns to a place under her very feet, filled with far more rage than before and has it stripped from him why.
twelve. seven on the right, five on the left but they're fanned out. too far apart and covering too much ground to just slip past without being noticed. he sees one nod to another. bucky gets even closer than before, feigning a half-smile. a corner of his lip bit to be inviting while his eyes are too alert, too aware of the room. sam doesn't immediately roll with this right away and it's almost funny to see the shock and confusion. charming in it's own way. he hopes nobody saw it. they have an act going and it buys time. he can hear thumping and isn't sure if it's the music, his own ears pounding from getting ready to take action - to hurt someone or if it's sam's heart he's feeling speed up through his hand becoming audible. ]
That's unfortunate. You couldn't have picked a different doppelganger? [ bucky states, left arm moving and being rested on sam's shoulder. two behind. very close. one is looking their way. the other is getting close enough to be within arms reach. a gloved hand is on the back of sam's neck. sam is leaning in. bucky leaning back. ] No. If Zemo gets to him while everyone's distracted, we can still get the intel. [ he noticed zemo started moving the second bucky stepped closer to sam. the dance floor abandoned. he has no idea where he went but it's presumably to reach their contact.
bucky has them chest to chest, a hand on sam's hip. posture for an intimate dance. his eyes flicker to sam's lips then behind him. the closer man, readying his weapon. sam and bucky, looking like a kiss about to happen. wouldn't that be something? to give something that wasn't pain right now? the hand on sam's neck moves up to the back of sam's head, as if to push forward and connect them. instead it's used to deflect a bullet.
all at once that tension building up snaps. the entire club erupts. the hand on his hip moves to the shirt and yanks him behind him before being removed from his person. the glass is taken and smashed into the face of the shooter. their table is grabbed and swung like it's a hammer into the second man, denting on impact. ]
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[ sam doesn't want to be that symbol, and that's the heart of his issue. he knows what it's supposed to stand for, in the modern view of the ideal. steve rogers had been everything america needed in the midst of world war two. had been everything america needed, again, with the attack on new york. steve rogers has been captain america, and now steve rogers was gone. sam was content with his place in things, now that he was back to existing. he was content with his falcon wings and his contacts with rhodey and working with the air force again. but john did not deserve that shield, that both he and bucky would agree on. he just wasn't sure - yet - what to do about it.
bucky grumbles something about outdated references and sam nearly rolls his eyes. because okay, fine, yes. he was actually paying bucky a compliment. could he take the half-assed acceptance that sam didn't, actually, regret having him at his side? that he was actually starting to see the benefit in the two of them working together? because if sam is infuriating, bucky is on an entirely different realm of frustratingly annoying and sam is more than happy to explain why. ]
It got you through the interview, didn't it?
[ sam's carter connection had been sharon, but he can only guess at what bucky had known about peggy. what bucky had thought. he'd been there from the beginning, after all, hadn't he? someone steve would actually talk to? say more than just his captain america comments and a quick glance down to a photo he actually thought no on noticed? sam doesn't blame steve for holding onto an old flame. but there was so much more to the carters than any of them ever could understand, and sam's not sure steve needed to know or see into the levels that family reached.
but he needed to focus. they both needed to focus, but sam is pretty sure bucky is already there - counting bodies, calculating moves. and actually, sam is kind of depending on it, on bucky's tactical awareness of their movements. they're still close enough that each time sam takes a breath, he just about feels bucky's chest pressed against him. he's close enough to catch the smile and sam works to find his footing in all of this, but his eyes are only on bucky, as he's not sure it makes sense for him to scan the room. so he lets trust take over, lets bucky assess. it's still a bit surprising to feel bucky's arm rest on sam's shoulder, to feel the gloved hand on the back of his neck. he feels his cheeks heat up, but he is going to chalk that entirely up to the rising adrenaline of a potential fight. ]
Pretty sure the whole point of dopplegangers is you don't get to pick them. And it worked of us earlier. [ for a short while. but not long, and that's a whole different issue sam is going to have to deal with. for now, it's the contact, it's the unsteady feeling of having to trust zemo to already be moving and have caught onto the plan. sam's mind is starting to speed up, to try and keep up with the quick movements of bucky's eyes. ]
You think he can do it? [ he means zemo, he means the contact, but now bucky is closer still and his eyes are on sam's and okay, alright, the flutter in his chest isn't entirely the fight this time and sam is man enough to admit that. bucky's hand shifts to the back of his head and they're leaning in closer, sam's grin still present and cocky, like someone finally getting the one thing they'd been working towards. in that moment he realizes that yes, actually, he would kiss bucky. could, wouldn't mind. if they kiss. if this is what is about to happen.
that is when it changes - a snap of twine, a switch flicked. he hears the gunshot and feels the pang on the back of his head and then bucky is jerking sam out of the way. he goes with the yank, ducking down behind another table and emerging just as one tries to approach bucky from behind. sam picks up his own bottle, then, crashing it against the back of his head and reaching for the gun, turning back to where the most of the group was still collected.
avoid civilians he can't tell if he yells it at bucky or not, but the thought is there, and sam lets off the rest of the rounds of the gun only towards those he can immediately identify, before ditching the empty weapon and diving behind another table he'd knocked over in the process. ]
We need to leave! [ this one he's sure he yells aloud in bucky's direction, distracted by the gunfire pinging off the table he's hiding behind. ]
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Outdated ones. [ sam can be infuriating but that's part of his odd sort of charm. in a masochistic sort of way, he likes being called out on his shit. does he want to slap sam across the face? a little bit. but he's here and he's not having the worst time of his life. entire trauma being brought to the surface and his crumbling unstable mental state aside, he is outside socializing with people. proud of him, therapist? every rule is broken but whatever. what else is new. ] An actor in there wouldn't be surprising. [ there's a visual in his head. something recalled of margaret carter, director of shield, lying through her teeth thanking the men beside her for wonderful contributions. he remembers being angry about how her red lips, viewed from the sights of a rifle, were in a convincing smile. acting like everything's fine, there was no history she despised, and continued shaking hands with the then-aged scientist bucky has the face of branded into his head. acting. one of the men next to them has his head jerk back with a stream of red after she moves out of the way. evidence to frame someone else in place, the soldier then returns to a place under her very feet, filled with far more rage than before and has it stripped from him why.
twelve. seven on the right, five on the left but they're fanned out. too far apart and covering too much ground to just slip past without being noticed. he sees one nod to another. bucky gets even closer than before, feigning a half-smile. a corner of his lip bit to be inviting while his eyes are too alert, too aware of the room. sam doesn't immediately roll with this right away and it's almost funny to see the shock and confusion. charming in it's own way. he hopes nobody saw it. they have an act going and it buys time. he can hear thumping and isn't sure if it's the music, his own ears pounding from getting ready to take action - to hurt someone or if it's sam's heart he's feeling speed up through his hand becoming audible. ]
That's unfortunate. You couldn't have picked a different doppelganger? [ bucky states, left arm moving and being rested on sam's shoulder. two behind. very close. one is looking their way. the other is getting close enough to be within arms reach. a gloved hand is on the back of sam's neck. sam is leaning in. bucky leaning back. ] No. If Zemo gets to him while everyone's distracted, we can still get the intel. [ he noticed zemo started moving the second bucky stepped closer to sam. the dance floor abandoned. he has no idea where he went but it's presumably to reach their contact.
bucky has them chest to chest, a hand on sam's hip. posture for an intimate dance. his eyes flicker to sam's lips then behind him. the closer man, readying his weapon. sam and bucky, looking like a kiss about to happen. wouldn't that be something? to give something that wasn't pain right now? the hand on sam's neck moves up to the back of sam's head, as if to push forward and connect them. instead it's used to deflect a bullet.
all at once that tension building up snaps. the entire club erupts. the hand on his hip moves to the shirt and yanks him behind him before being removed from his person. the glass is taken and smashed into the face of the shooter. their table is grabbed and swung like it's a hammer into the second man, denting on impact. ]
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bucky grumbles something about outdated references and sam nearly rolls his eyes. because okay, fine, yes. he was actually paying bucky a compliment. could he take the half-assed acceptance that sam didn't, actually, regret having him at his side? that he was actually starting to see the benefit in the two of them working together? because if sam is infuriating, bucky is on an entirely different realm of frustratingly annoying and sam is more than happy to explain why. ]
It got you through the interview, didn't it?
[ sam's carter connection had been sharon, but he can only guess at what bucky had known about peggy. what bucky had thought. he'd been there from the beginning, after all, hadn't he? someone steve would actually talk to? say more than just his captain america comments and a quick glance down to a photo he actually thought no on noticed? sam doesn't blame steve for holding onto an old flame. but there was so much more to the carters than any of them ever could understand, and sam's not sure steve needed to know or see into the levels that family reached.
but he needed to focus. they both needed to focus, but sam is pretty sure bucky is already there - counting bodies, calculating moves. and actually, sam is kind of depending on it, on bucky's tactical awareness of their movements. they're still close enough that each time sam takes a breath, he just about feels bucky's chest pressed against him. he's close enough to catch the smile and sam works to find his footing in all of this, but his eyes are only on bucky, as he's not sure it makes sense for him to scan the room. so he lets trust take over, lets bucky assess. it's still a bit surprising to feel bucky's arm rest on sam's shoulder, to feel the gloved hand on the back of his neck. he feels his cheeks heat up, but he is going to chalk that entirely up to the rising adrenaline of a potential fight. ]
Pretty sure the whole point of dopplegangers is you don't get to pick them. And it worked of us earlier. [ for a short while. but not long, and that's a whole different issue sam is going to have to deal with. for now, it's the contact, it's the unsteady feeling of having to trust zemo to already be moving and have caught onto the plan. sam's mind is starting to speed up, to try and keep up with the quick movements of bucky's eyes. ]
You think he can do it? [ he means zemo, he means the contact, but now bucky is closer still and his eyes are on sam's and okay, alright, the flutter in his chest isn't entirely the fight this time and sam is man enough to admit that. bucky's hand shifts to the back of his head and they're leaning in closer, sam's grin still present and cocky, like someone finally getting the one thing they'd been working towards. in that moment he realizes that yes, actually, he would kiss bucky. could, wouldn't mind. if they kiss. if this is what is about to happen.
that is when it changes - a snap of twine, a switch flicked. he hears the gunshot and feels the pang on the back of his head and then bucky is jerking sam out of the way. he goes with the yank, ducking down behind another table and emerging just as one tries to approach bucky from behind. sam picks up his own bottle, then, crashing it against the back of his head and reaching for the gun, turning back to where the most of the group was still collected.
avoid civilians he can't tell if he yells it at bucky or not, but the thought is there, and sam lets off the rest of the rounds of the gun only towards those he can immediately identify, before ditching the empty weapon and diving behind another table he'd knocked over in the process. ]
We need to leave! [ this one he's sure he yells aloud in bucky's direction, distracted by the gunfire pinging off the table he's hiding behind. ]