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Title: Meths
Author: Cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!  

Pairing/Characters: Bucky/Toro.
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Slash.Drug use, some sexual activity
Summary:  In Response to Bucky Barnes/any, During World War II, soldiers were given methamphetamine
Author's Notes: I have no idea whether the method used in this fic to help Bucky would work. I suspect not. please just call it Marvel Science.

 

 

He wasn’t sure the first time he noticed.

He’d seen the pill issued to the men and he’d seen Bucky taking them a couple of times. He just never made the connection between them and Bucky’s behaviour.

He knew Bucky had to stay awake longer than the rest of them, was doing more than the rest of them, and that it had to be hard. But he never realised it.

Until they’re in Ypres.

It’s after midnight, when he wakes up, hearing someone muttering in the room.

“Buck,” he mutters opening his eyes.

“I’m fine.” The voice is tense, and when he looks at Bucky, he can see his friend his drawn up into a ball shaking.

“No you’re not.” He slips out of bed, trying to reach out, to check for fever, but Bucky pulls away.

“I’m fine.” He repeats. “Just took too many that’s all.”

“Too many what?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Bucky pulls his legs closer up to his chest and Toro can see he’s shaking worse than ever. It’s then he remembers the pills.

“What’s in them?” he asks, cautiously.

Bucky grimaces. “Don’t know. Help you stay awake though. Supposed to make you braver.”

“You don’t need any pills for that.”

 Bucky grinned, even though he’s shaking worse than ever.

“You need to sleep.” It’s true. He knows that Bucky’s being awake for at least 24 hours.

“Can’t.” Bucky mutters.

“Bet I can make you.” It’s a risky strategy, especially as he’s no idea what’s flowing through Bucky’s veins at the moment.

Bucky snorted. “No way.”

“Really?”

Bucky is already hard, as his hand slips beneath his loose pants. He rubs, trying to do this as quick as possible and hoping Bucky would either not remember, or not mention this in the morning.

This is no how he wants their first time to be. Bucky still shaking and swearing slightly against him and him mad as hell at their commanders for doing this. It makes him wonder how many times this has happened before. How many times Bucky has sat up all alone all night, then just swallowed another couple of them in the morning and headed out with them. Dam it have they really being that blind?

Thankfully Bucky’s aroused enough that it only takes a couple strokes, before he’s leaning against Toro, breathing deeply.

“Thanks Buddy.” He muttered. Toro grinned. It was obvious that it wouldn’t be very long until Bucky was out cold.

“No more pills.” He muttered, carefully easing the other man down so that they can both sleep.

“No pills.” Bucky mumbled in agreement, slipping softly into sleep. “Only you.”
Title: Have to Find him.
Author: Cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!  

Pairing/Characters: Bucky/Toro.
Rating:PG 13
Warning: Slash. Drug use referenced.
Summary:  Loss can make you a little crazy.
Author's Notes: In response to prompt at comment fic.

 

 

They’re waiting for him when he gets back, all of them lined up along the edge of the landing site.

He recognises an intervention when he sees one.

“Did you find anything?”

He shakes his head.

“Son,”

And he watches as Pappy and Namor exchange a look before the other man continues. “Don’t you think you should rest for a while?”

He shook his head. “No. Just need some coffee. Or some of those pills.”

“Little one,” Namor’s never called him that and there’s never been such affection and sorrow in his voice as he says. “Eventually you will have to accept it is hopeless.”

He shook his head, heading over to the coffee pot.

 It’s not hopeless. He just needs to keep looking longer. Bucky can’t be dead. He just can’t be.

“Tom.” Union Jack’s cowl is off, as he places his hand over the top. “I’ve been there, alright? When I thought Roger was dead -and that I was the cause of it- I went out, every night looking for him, trying to save others to make up for what happened.”

“And you were proved right weren’t you?” Toro demanded, slinging down another mug of coffee. He blinks rapidly, trying to stop the floor from moving. Someone must have spilt some oil on the floor, though everyone else is acting like they can’t see it. “Roger was alive, and Bucky is too.”

“Everyone’s looked,” Spitfire offers, gently. “Namor’s searched, so have RAF and Navy. Russian high command has been contacted. You know what everyone’s found.”

Blood. Large quantities of it. The remains of a plane, booby trapped, parts of a human arm, blood type same as Bucky’s.

He shakes his head. “They just haven’t been looking hard enough.”
“Impotent wretch.” Namor’s temper has gone. “He is gone, we all mourn his passing, but you cannot forget your duty.” He jerks his head to where Gwenny and Davey are standing, watching the whole proceedings with big eyes. “If you will not honour your friend by mourning his passing, then at least lead his team until he comes back.”

“Then you do think he’s going to come back.” Namor throws his hands up in despair and walks away, muttering about mad men.

His hands are shaking and he frowns down at them willing them to stop, as he reaches for the tablets allied command supplies exactly for these situations. Then a hand, with skin darker than his own steals across stopping him.

“Toro.” Gwennny mutters, “Please.” There’s tears on her cheek. And Davey doesn’t look like he’s much better. He blinks, never realised how young they were. Rationally, he knew that they were younger than him and Bucky, but it never hit home like it did now.

They’re just a couple of kids. And the new Bucky is even younger. They’ll be scared.

“Bucky wouldn’t want you guys to be scared.” He mutters, rubbing his eyes. Gwenny forces a smile at him.

“Exactly. So why don’t you go and lie down, and we’ll try and do some training tomorrow.”

He nods. Yes , that makes sense, that’s what Bucky would do. He’s the oldest now, so he has to be Bucky.

Gently, he lets Davey and Brian slip hands under him to support him.

He can do this. He just has to do what Bucky would want. And when Bucky comes back, he’ll be pleased at how well Toro has taken care of his team.

When he comes back, Bucky will be really, really pleased.

It’s his last conscious thought, before Pappy takes him from the other two and carries him to bed.
Title: Time Passages
Author: Cat_13145
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!  

Pairing/Characters: Toro/Anne,  Bucky/Toro implied
Rating: PG 13
Warning: Slash. Think that's all, but let me know if not.
Summary: Anne's life after Toro.
Author's Notes: In response to prompt at comment fic Toro Raymond/Ann Raymond, Time Went By Without you

 

 

When they first bring her the news, she thanks the men kindly, and offers them something to drink.

Neither of them accept, both evidently eager to escape from the new “Widow” (and god how she hates that word).

She doesn’t cry.

She doesn’t cry when the others come around having just heard the news. Namor does, and that’s maybe the biggest shock of all when this king, smelling of fish, takes her in his arms and apologises for being unable to save him.

Everyone offers their support, promising to do all they can. She doesn’t know how to tell them that there’s nothing they can do.

Madeline offers to come with her after the funeral, but she’d refused. The woman was a stranger to her, the only connection they had gone.

Roger hugs her and offers her a place with V Battalion if she wants, but the most she ever was was a nurse and she can’t see them having much use for her.

Jacqueline says she can come and stay with her and her new husband in England. She’s about 5 months gone, and could certainly use the help. But she says no. Maybe in a little bit, but at the moment she just wants to be left alone.

Roger acts like he understands and persuades them all to leave.

She still doesn’t cry though. Just makes herself a sandwich.

It’s only about a month later, when she’s cleaning out a closet that she finds herself breaking down. Takes her a minute or two to realise why.

She’d vowed after her first husband never to let anyone else in. Toro might have never known her body, but he certainly took her heart.

****

Her relationship with Jim is different to her relationship with Toro.

More like mother with grown up simple child than husband and wife.

But he’s good with Frankie, her child from her first marriage, and he’s kind to her and she doesn’t think she could do it alone. She’s not a modern girl, she needs a husband, not to support her financially, but to be there for her.

That said, she wishes she could kiss him without feeling like she’s cheating on Toro, which is ridiculous. They were friends more than they were husband and wife.

But she does feel it and Jim knows she feels it.

Maybe that ‘s why something nearly happens between him and Spitfire, before he dies.

*****

Howard is a good man. And a tolerant one.

He was honest enough to tell her that no one could replace Maggie in his heart, but he didn’t want to die alone. She doesn’t either and at the time, Frankie still needed a father figure, so they got married.

He’s tolerant of the...baggage of her past marriages too, in a way she’s sure no one else ever could be.

There’s less than there was, an evitable product of age, but there’s still some stuff she doesn’t see happening.

Like when a man with brown hair, easily recognisable from the framed photo Toro always kept on their mantel shows up at her door.

She doesn’t know who told him she was here, Spitfire, Roger, Nick Fury all have her address and most still send her a card.

Bucky doesn’t say much, just that he was glad that Toro found “a brilliant woman.”

She thanks him for his kindness and his condolences, and tells him that Namor can tell him more about what happened than she can. Gives him the address where Toro is buried too, and answers all the questions she can about Toro’s life after the war.

She doesn’t tell him that it was all a lie. That Toro was always waiting for him. Always wanted him. Always loved him.

Never her.

Loveless marriages are horrible. But there is one thing worse than an absolutely loveless marriage. A marriage in which there is love, but on one side only; faith, but on one side only; devotion, but on one side only and in which of the two hearts one is sure to be broken. Oscar Wilde An Ideal Husband.