Title: Escape Night

Fandom: Captain America (MCU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Author: tasenda

Since last year when we released a lot of stuff. Until now, we've just found that we have a lot of work to collect as well. Even when I was so sick that I had to disappear, I actually didn't stop writing at all. Just didn't have the strength to bring it down. When I realized this, I was secretly happy too.

This story is another story written since, uh, 18/07/2015 (right click to see in

properties

of the file) Anyway, let's take issue.

A Night In Wakanda

I came down and saw that there were some Stucky Chippers reading. So I wanted to bring this story up as well, but suddenly I just posted it, but it's already an old story. So I tried to look at @_'s account.

heroweeklyth  

I looked and found the topic of week 7 "

Goodnight, darling"

It fits in. What a coincidence that our story follows the rules almost exactly. Just swap the first two paragraphs for me.

Nightmare

comes up in the first sentence (the word

Sweet dream

The rules say you just have to be at the end. Didn't say it had to be in the last sentence here /thae 55 ) So I decided to send it here.

Same as before. If you read it and like it Please tell me you're happy too ^^

Blurred vision, blurred by the drug, and a nightmarish feeling of being delirious with fever until he could forget days and nights, haunted him. Because of the warm touch Stable, indicating that the other party was holding him.

“Steve…”

James Buchanan Barnes felt himself smile. Smiling at a familiar face that to him It means warmth and safety. It means determination and stability that will never change no matter how many punches you get. Or how crushed it was? People, including Bucky, might have a breaking point.

There are times when you curl up in a dark corner and cry in despair, but Steve Rogers will never be like that. His body may be more fragile than most people's. Sick more often than the average person But his true essence was many times stronger than the others. It was as if his soul was forged from the rarest metal on the earth.

And Steve has actually arrived. This time, it doesn't matter who the enemy is. How big or how big are they? The two of them will work together to defeat it. And then Steve would dress the wound. Put him in a warm bed, give him something hot to eat, and tell him in a soft voice that it's okay. All matters have passed. Steve will beat anyone who dares to fuck with them. And will go after the person who hurt Bucky if he doesn't stop him.

Of course, sometimes Steve can't do it all by himself. But if anyone dares to touch Steve Bucky will take care of him. He was always stronger with this person. Maybe it was because Steve was the greatest soul Bucky had ever known. and spread that influence to those around him as well

But...there's something strange. It's about Steve.

“I thought you were smaller than this,” he muttered, feeling his limbs go weak. and the ground was so wobbly that he had to rely on his tall figure as an anchor. It felt unusual that Steve didn't seem to be burdened with his own weight as much as he should have. Even standing up like this He still had to lift his head to look at Steve.

“What happened to you?” His voice slurred slightly, like a drunk person. Maybe he was drunk on all those drugs they were trying to inject him with. And it might also be the reason why Steve's appearance had changed so much in his eyes.

Steve's explanation was hard to understand. Especially when his brain was still confused. But it's enough to understand the meaning. Bucky scanned his friend from head to toe.

“Does it hurt?”

"a little"

It means a lot. Steve won't admit that he's in a lot of pain.

However, Steve half-carried him, half-dragged him out of there. Coming out of a hell on earth that he didn't think he'd ever come out of again in his whole life.

He owed Steve his life. I am owed something that the other party has never owed him. Bucky said to himself. If there was someone in this life that he would die for, It must be this guy.

Steve Rogers was awakened from his trance by the trembling of the sleeping bird pressed next to him.

“Bucky”

he whispered calling But the other party didn't seem to hear it. The surface of the skin above the shade was almost as cold as ice, like all the rocks that surrounded him at the moment. And just like that, he and all the dead soldiers who had broken out of the Hydra camp escaped at the same time.

Temperatures like that are not very comforting. But at least it made me confident that I didn't have a fever as I had feared. Since breaking through the flames and joining the others. narrowly Bucky seemed so quiet that he thought he was sick. The same was true for more than half the other prisoners, and they had been walking through the forest all day to get as far away from the enemy base that was now reduced to ashes as much as possible.

It didn't help anyone's condition. In fact, they had to stop walking before the sun had yet set over the horizon because a few people in the procession couldn't take it anymore. He fell to the ground, standing still.

Those who were still able built a smokeless fire to keep warm. Huddles together in large groups to share the warmth of the cold Austrian nights in November.

Bucky should be included in that group too. If it weren't for him insisting on staying with him. Steve relented after only a few sentences of argument. I know that my friend is too stubborn to allow it to be any other way. However, Bucky's current condition was too weak for him to be trusted with other people.

Most of which were no less battered. And...he couldn't deny that he wanted to spend more time with his best friend after the incident. Even if the time spent watching the other person fall asleep was exhausted and exhausted, it would be beyond the limits of what the human body could endure.

Steve took off the leather jacket he was wearing and covered the sleeping man with another layer. He didn't know what they had done to James Barnes, but when he saw Bucky, He was reciting his name and number. Like any American soldier would do if they were captured and tortured. It is a struggle to maintain sanity and individuality until the last minute. while the enemy tries to tear it to pieces.

Bucky was severely beaten by the guards at the camp. and fell ill while working as a captive for Hydra...he knew the basics. only from others During a grueling day trip...after being too sick to work. Bucky was then sent to the lab, never to be seen again.

Until Steve came to the rescue.

Captain America didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if he were just a day or two later. If he hadn't heard about Task Force One Zero Seven from Peggy Carter and Colonel Phillips, Or if Howard Stark doesn't fly a plane to Austria.

He owed it all to those people.

“Steve…”

Bucky was sleepwalking, his next sentence becoming a mumble in his throat. Amidst the glowing lights in the pile and the hazy moonlight shining through the trees. His face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes and wounds that had not yet healed, both bruises and broken wounds that were bleeding profusely, clearly visible. Each breath came out as white smoke.

Sometimes people don't even realize they're shivering from the cold. Until a drowsy warmth took over. Something that felt like home embraced James. Barnes Too strong to be the arm of any girl he'd ever dated. But it's gentle enough to cause confusion.

It was definitely warmer than any blanket he had ever covered himself with. He huddled deeper into the sweet, dreamy comfort, sighing softly happily.

He couldn't remember if he had a dream that night or not. But if he had a dream...it would probably be a dream where someone's gentle, caring whisper comforted him all night.