Some texting exchanges between the guys for this chapter.
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For the Dogs – Chapter 2
Yep, I expanded it.
James Buchanan Barnes was what his close friends could call a sensible man. Ever since being honorably discharged after the ambush near Kabul, he’d had his life together in a neat little package. He’d been diligent in his physical therapy courses, enough that he was able to compensate for the change in his center of gravity. He’d been back on his rollerblades in a matter of months.
Then his best friend had given him a dog. A ‘certified companion for veterans’, she’d said. Bucky had accepted without hesitation because Bear had been tiny back in the day. A teeny, tiny ball of fluff, trained to help him with his PTSD and night terrors, loving at all times of the day. What could go wrong? Then the little bastard had the audacity to become huge. Two years later, and he was 180 pounds of love who didn’t understand that Bucky’s lap wasn’t that big. Especially when Bear tended to sit on the more delicate parts of his anatomy.
Fallen Angel – Chapter 5
I changed the rating on this fic from mature to explicit, so you’ve been warned.
Excerpt:
If his angel wasn’t by the stove, he would have thrown a pillow at his head. Instead, he grumbled from his spot, snuggling further into the blankets. He registered Bucky’s amused apology and waved it off. “Wise guy. Just ‘cause you can fly, you think you got a right to give me lip.”
“Mhm!” Steve jolted up, not expecting Bucky to be right behind him. “Here, eat.”
The blond took the bowl of chicken soup from the angel, tucking his legs up so Bucky could sit next to him on the couch. He did so with a grin, reaching over and tugging the blanket down to cover his ward’s feet. Steve made a grateful noise as he ate a spoonful of the soup. “Thanks. Mm! Got another question. How come angel wings all look different? You’re all angels, shouldn’t they all look similar, at least?”
Bucky picked up the still-damp cloth that he had been using earlier and went back to carefully getting the coating off of some new feathers. Every few seconds he would wince and move to a different feather before finally snarling and putting the cloth down. “We do look similar. All angels have golden wings.” He stretched the outermost part of his wing, inspecting his primaries. “There are a lot of different looking humans, right? You all look similar, but you’ve got different features. Same with our feather patterns. Rebecca got Father’s pattern, I got something between his and Mother’s. It’s just how it is.”
Fallen Angel – Chapter 4
Okay, it’s up, yay! I probably won’t update for a couple of days after this one simply because I kinda have shit I need to do (boo!).
Excerpt:
“I’m sorry, Steven. I didn’t know it would be that bad.”
Rebecca broke eye contact and looked at the floor. “He hasn’t spoken to anyone
but me about that.”That didn’t surprise Steve, not with how emotional the angel
had become before even retelling the worst part of his experience. “To go
through something like that…I can’t even begin to understand what that was
like. He told me about the night in the field, and seeing angels dying left and
right, and the thought of that scares
the hell outta me. To experience it?
I’m surprised he didn’t go insane.”“He did.” The brunette remarked. “Did he say anything about
not remembering some time?” Steve nodded. “When Bucky finally opened up to me,
he said it felt like it happened yesterday, but it was thirty years, Steve. He doesn’t remember anything, even after our
mentors tried to get the memories to resurface. It’s as if they don’t exist.”
Fallen Angel – Chapter 3
And it’s up, yay!
“Did you know that hardly anyone pets an angel’s wings? I was talkin’ to that new one at the docks,
and they said they never had anyone touch their wings. And they’re much older
than me!” Bucky ran a hand through his hair, and Steve could tell he was upset.
“But you…you’ve been obsessed with them since I met you!
What’s more is that no one—and I mean no
one—has ever been able to see their angel’s wings until their bond formed. You could see them the day we met!”“Bucky, calm down, you’re not makin’ sense! What’s this got
to do with today?” Steve reached out to comfort his angel, but pulled his hand
back at the last second.
“Everything!” The angel turned as if to start pacing, realized he didn’t
have the room to do so, and sat heavily on the bed. “And don’t give me the
whole ‘I’m a warlock’ explanation. That doesn’t hold up. I just…” He whimpered
helplessly and turned his head away.
Fallen Angel – Chapter 2
Here’s chapter 2 for everyone.
Excerpt:
The angel frowned, pulling the rolled newspaper from his back pocket and showing it to Steve. “War.” The blond’s eyes widened as he read. “You know if it comes down to it, they’ll take me instead of you.”
Steve threw the paper down. “That’s such horse shit, Buck! A guardian angel should be allowed to stay with their ward.”
“Yeah, thanks for saying the same thing as everyone else, Stevie. They consider it a form of protecting our wards. You know it’s shit, they know it’s shit, but if they need soldiers, they’ll pull out any loophole clause they can to get the men.” In the First World War, Bucky had been lucky enough to be attached to a very old woman, but some of his friends had been sent in place of wards that couldn’t. They hadn’t come back.
“What about me? Don’t they care that something could happen to me?” Steve was angry.
“If it comes down to it, and you’re drafted and can’t go, no, they don’t care. If that happens, all they care about is if there’s a higher chance of you dying, your angel has to go in order to protect you. That’s why so many people are scared.” Bucky would never admit it to Steve, but he was one of the scared people. “But look, for all we know, other countries are gonna take care of the problem and we’ll be over on this side of the ocean, nice and safe.”
“’S not the way it works.”
Fallen Angel – YouTube
Alright, this is the playlist for the fic (working title is title of the playlist) that I’ll be working on. The first song is the theme.
Feel free to send me some songs that you think work for Steve and Bucky, and I might find a place that they work in the playlist.
BTW, none of this is literal, it’s just inspiration for various bits of the fic.
I was talking to rigormortisboy about a fanfic I should write, and I think it’s gonna happen, but it might take a while.
Just know the inspiration is “Illuminated” by Hurts.
The Archery Range 