laporcupina:
I’m apparently exceptionally cranky today, so I am projecting.
1700 words | Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes, team sergeant. A variation on a theme.
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Bucky watched Steve head off, ostensibly to organizes his notes and look
through the papers they’d taken away with them before they’d blown up
the house. But it was really to separate himself from the boys for a
bit, until they could bitch at Bucky and between themselves and the
tension wasn’t so thick as to be uncomfortable. And while part of Bucky
kind of resented having to clean up after Steve and his ego one more
time, the rest of him knew that this was his actual real job now, given
to him by the Army and the SSR, and not just the self-appointed task
he’d given himself as a child.
The
boys were pissed, justifiably so, and Bucky didn’t deny them their
anger. He didn’t tell them it wouldn’t happen again, that would be a
lie, but he did promise that he’d do what he could because that wasn’t.
They had the usual expectations of their team sergeant – he was
supposed to fix everything, up to and including the dumbass actions of
their CO – and the foggier expectations that came with knowing that
Sergeant Barnes had been friends with Captain Rogers since they’d been
in short pants. He didn’t tell them that he hadn’t been able to keep
Steve on a leash when he’d been a hundred pounds soaking wet; they
needed their faith in his magical NCO abilities and Steve needed their
faith in his magical NCO abilities and Bucky, who knew too well that he
had no magical abilities, had to pull a sleight of hand for everyone’s
sake.
But sometimes, it was fucking tiring.
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