Just a Kid from Brooklyn

Silently, Steve nodded and he wasn't surprised by the answer. He would greatly prefer that Bucky just give him permission. He didn't want to alienate the man more than he already did rejecting him. He hated that it even came down to this. Why couldn't something just go right for him?

Banner was waiting when they arrived at the Quinjet, though he was frowning at them both, and particularly at Tony. "I can give you something to help but drugs like that really only wear off naturally. What's the hurry?"

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"I can't fight like this." Tony still had to hold onto Steve even when he was put down and the suit flown over to them. "And then I'm going to need you to get the prototype serum ready...."

He looked up at Steve and smirked.

"Oh yeah. So we probably figured out what was wrong. It's not with you. It's with me. I need a little Sentinel in me."

And that probably explained Bucky Barnes.

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"This should help fight off some of the effects," The doctor moves forward with a syringe and gently injects Tony with it. "But I can't promise it will be perfect."

Steve stares at the man beside him for a moment and decides that it does make sense. It's also very telling what's happened to Bucky over the last seventy years.

"Fitz and Simmons are working on possibilities for the serum. We want to make sure we get the right mix compared to Steve's blood. We can't put too much Sentinel in you," Bruce says, glancing between them. "It has to be compatible with his levels. We can't just guess."

"Wait," he says, mind turning over and his forehead creases again. "So theoretically, if someone else is part Sentinel and Guide, they might not be compatible. They have to be the right mix?"

"Correct," says Bruce, nodding. "It's very difficult to nail down--"

"Hydra," Steve interrupts, looking at Tony. "Hydra had to have planned this. How else would he be compatible?"

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"Bingo," Tony nodded, watching Bruce thin his lips out as he gave him his injection. He could already feel his heart quickening and his head clear up after only a few moments. "It has to be why he was trackable." He ought to feel badly for Bucky still. The man was being used as a pawn even now, but Tony needed Steve. Touching him was futile and almost painful, the muscle memory of having a bond aching in his chest.

Steve couldn't complete his end of it because there was nothing in Tony for him to bond to...that little bit of Sentinel for the remains of his Guide to link to.

Tony put a hand on Bruce's shoulder and gave him a squeeze as the armor flew over and docked to the quinjet. "We could probably use you if you want to come along. Bring your siren song. And where's our pain in the neck archer? And your great american bald eagle friend? NNo, my nicknames are terrible right now," he lamented. "Don't hold it against me."

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Bruce was silent as he made the injection and then checked Tony's pulse, even though the man was awake and standing there. He would have to suffer through it.

"I'm telling all my friends," Steve teased, though it was a little half-hearted because he was more worried about what was going to happen than anything right now.

The scientist looked unsure. "I'm not sure a code green is anything we want to deal with right now. I can get Natasha and Clint in motion though. I know they're waiting on something to happen."

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"If HYDRA has him, and he was programmed to do all of this, we're going to need all the help we can get." Who knew where Thor was these days. He was probably hanging out in Viking Heaven, drinking too much alcohol and sleeping with all the lady Vikings.

Tony watched Bruce take his vitals, feeling better already. His nickname prowess, however, would just have to go without saving. He'd prove himself again later.

"I have a lot of Avenging to do. And I like your other side. Less cuddly but he gives great hugs anyway."

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Bruce frowned, looking unsure as he glanced between Tony and Steve, before he finally said, "I'll come, but the other guy is only showing up if there's an emergency."

"Thank you, Bruce," Steve said, tilting his head forward. "We appreciate the help. If you could contact Natasha and Clint--"

"Yeah, it'll only take a second."

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"Do you get that there's this thing between Widow and my BFF? Because I get that there's a thing between them," Tony gossiped as he joined Steve in the quinjet, waiting. "Like it's that Reeba McIntyre song?" He hummed a few bars, grinning, before the grin faded away at the weight of the situation.

His Sentinel was bonded. It felt wrong to still love him. There was a part of him that said to move on. To find another. But how could he do that?

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"There is," Steve confirmed, because he didn't just suspect it, he was positive. He may or may not have talked to Bruce about it in passing.

Steve didn't recognize the song his Guide was humming and gave him a sad smile as he trailed off.

He glanced around and stepped closer to the man, hesitating before leaning in to give him a brief kiss. He couldn't do more than that without the bond protesting but it was something. "I love you. We'll sort this out. I promise."

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That kiss was bittersweet and Tony kept his eyes closed for some time after Steve drew away. He still said nothing.

The quinjet filled half an hour later with their colleagues and before Tony could even guide the plane to their location, HYDRA was already upon them. The plane fell from the sky but Tony and Sam managed to keep it from damaging everyone inside (or getting a Code Green too early).

The fight was already on though.

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It hurt, probably more than it should, but hurt that Tony didn't say anything. He barely even looked at Steve and the Sentinel withdrew to the other side of the plane away from him.

He'd managed to drive away both of the people that loved him. He was a terrible Sentinel and a terrible bondmate. Why would Tony bond him again? Right now he was free. Steve's bond might be dissolved but it didn't change the fact that, however accidentally, he had bonded someone else.

Guilt and sorrow rolled off him until he clamped down on it. He couldn't be this way in front of his team. They needed him to be strong and capable.

Bucky was there. No, not Bucky. The monster they turned him into and Steve made it clear over the comms that under no terms were they to use lethal force on him. Unfortunately, this was problematic and a wrongly timed explosion, paired with a Hydra soldier in a bad place initiated a code green.

It also blew Steve backward through a building hard enough to daze him and when Hydra soldiers dragged him to his feet, he barely struggled. Of course, Bucky be in such close proximity probably helped. He felt like safety even if logically, Steve knew better.

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Bucky gently touched Steve's face. He was born a Sentinel but that didn't mean that he couldn't act like a Guide. He had enough Guide in him to be the part of the bond that Steve was clinging to. HYDRA needed him and Steve needed a bondmate.

There was a calmness that Bucky projected to Steve that might be startling to the blond... But Bucky was his bond mate. The tug to give in and accept was so extremely high.

It was followed up by a soft nuzzle under Steve's neck, a particularly potent move many Guides (including Tony) actively participated in and enjoyed.

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Steve did give in. He was a little surprised but he was far enough out of it that he didn't question it. He just drifted into the touch and he wanted to wrap his arms around Bucky to pull him close.

However, the Hydra soldiers weren't confident enough in Bucky's ability to keep him settled and they held on tight as they ushered him toward a van. The two soldiers could cuddle later. After they blanked Captain America out like they had the Winter Soldier.

There was a lot of chaos and smoke to shield them. He couldn't fight with Bucky following beside them. So when things calmed down, when Hydra retreated and the Avengers regrouped--Steve wasn't there.

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Being stripped of memories wasn't important because one was left intact and that was the only memory that mattered. They were ghosts together, the Winter Soldier and his Captain, tied together with that line spread between them line a titanium wire.

Conditioning would take time. There were small missions, freezing and unfreezing periods simply so that the Captain would better know how to bounce back when needed, and there were endless reprogramming sessions.

It was tedious, but at the end of the day, he and the Soldier were always together. Wisely, HYDRA allowed them to deepen their already formed bond. The world might be going to shit out there for them, but they had their prize.

It would be months before either really surfaced again, and then it would be much too late. If the Soldier was a deadly assassin, what he and his Captain could do to the UN was devastation.

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Even with Bucky there, Steve struggled back at the Hydra base but his head wasn't clear and the drugs they pumped into him didn't help. As he was fastened into the machine, his eyes went to Bucky begging him silently to help him. To do something, anything but the soldier was silent. Most likely because he felt like it was necessary.

He clung to the Soldier after his sessions, desperate to be soothed, though he didn't always know why. It didn't always feel right but the bond was there. How could be missing anything when he had his mate?

The shield was set aside. He would be instantly identified. They gave him other things to throw instead, sharp and dangerous things. The Captain didn't have the same dislike for guns as Steve and between the two, they were better than any army.

They would be devastating. His uniform was the same but he wore a blue mask instead of a black one. They ripped through the security at UN. Silent and deadly. Hydra wanted to take over the world and this was where they would do it.

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They didn't exactly need to communicate verbally, but Bucky still did from time to time to be sure the Captain was on the proper path. He didn't quite seem to fugue, but there were moments where he would just stand still.

Like now. The Soldier dispatched the man in front of him quickly by snapping his neck and jumped up on the table that the Captain had frozen on. He touched him with bare fingers, stroking his cheeks. "My Captain. When this mission is over, you and I will renew our bond again," he promised. It was about the only thing either really seemed to enjoy. Or could enjoy.

The Soldier nuzzled under the Captain's chin just before a crash came from the other room and a dozen silver Iron Legion poured in.

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His head turned slightly into the fingers, brilliant blue eyes on his mate's and his forehead creased slightly, but he nodded anyway. His programming wasn't as deep as the Soldier's. Hydra didn't have him for decades to put all the layers and triggers in him. Their bond kept him from questioning too much but the moments of stillness were sometimes confusion. Uncertainty.

"Alright," he murmured, because he did enjoy it and he would spend his life in the man's arms just to keep feeling something.

The Captain jerked when he heard the crash, shoving the Soldier down to avoid the spray of bullets and he leapt away to avoid them himself. His arm made an aborted motion to raise a shield that wasn't there and he dove behind a table he upturned.

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"Damn it." Tony from the suit two miles away and following the quinjet filled with his (dare he say it?) friends saw what the Legion saw. SHIELD intel from Natasha pretty much told then that Steve had been subverted sometime since his capture over six months ago. That didn't mean that Tony was willing to believe it.

He knew that shock of blond. He knew that shield stance. And he knew that it was a good thing that the Legion worked on an AI level so he didn't ruin this attack through his own hesitation.

"The Captain and the Soldier are both there. They haven't gotten into the panic room just yet. But they're close," Tony reported as his robots were pulled apart by a man that he once thought would be his Sentinel for life.

He didn't have time to grieve.

The Soldier joined the Captain in destroying the Legion before he gestured for the Captain to follow him. They still had a mission.

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He dropped the final piece of the last of the Legion robots on the floor, glancing around at them all with a frown and then followed the Soldier. They were going to have company soon. This was more advanced than the rest of the security. Someone else was involved here.

"Our time is limited," he murmured as he ducked low through a doorway with a weapon raised.

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Limited was a very good way to put it, but the Soldier just grunted and followed his Captain into the hallway. The Avengers were coming. He knew that they might. They had been close to catching them in Slovakia, close enough that the Soldier was aware that they were on their radar now.

His orders were to protect the Captain, which was ridiculous. The Soldier would give his life willingly for his bondmate.

The Soldier turned as he heard a high powered bow twing and caught the arrow out of the air, tossing it down before it could explode. "Go," he told the Captain. "I will stop these three," he said, glancing at the Falcon and Black Widow as she joined Hawkeye.

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"Confirmed," he replied, eyeing the three Avengers that approached and if he was worried for his bondmate he didn't show it as he took off at an impossibly fast sprint. He believed the Soldier could handle himself. Believing anything else would be an insult. His orders were clear and they needed to be carried out.

So he went, as quickly and violently as he could manage, focused on his mission. He skidded to a stop just before the safe room because there was someone in his way.

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Well, not just anyone. The cape probably gave it away.

Thor had had his own troubles to deal with but since Steve's capture, his own banishment had been handed down. He was left back on Midgard and, it seemed, back with the Avengers.

"Friend Rogers!" He looked both happen and apprehensive to see the man. "It is time for you to cease this treachery and return home."

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The cape might have given it away if Steve remembered Thor in any fashion, which he didn't, so the man merely got a blank stare in his direction. Everything coming out of his mouth was nonsense and trickery. A thought that had been tortured into him by Hydra.

He was in the way. So he had to go.

Steve fired on him, just a pistol, but he assumed even with the weird outfit the man would probably bleed, right?

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Thor looked down at the bullets bounced from his armour (and his bicep). He was not sad about this turn of events. He had expected it. The gun was a bit rudimentary though. He had crossed paths with Rogers on the field before and they fought particularly well together, feeding off of each other's strengths. Thor knew the way that Steve fought. It was honourable.

He knew now that he would have to remember that honour was no longer part of whom the Captain was.

Thor reached for his hammer and gave it a swing before launching straight into the other. He promised Stark that he would be as gentle as possible in exchange for poptarts and the Lion King re watch.

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