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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2008-10-05 05:02 pm

[ SECRET POST #639 ]


⌈ Secret Post #639 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Re: 117

(Anonymous) 2008-10-06 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Bet you didn't expect to get a response. Let's see...

Golden age: Superman and Batman run off to pose for War Bond ads, and Robin gets left with Bucky (and Cap?) for a few hours which the dissolves into full on trench time. A skirmish breaks out, and Robin gets handed a rifle and told to get low. Robin's never killed anyone before, and Bucky tries to comfort him afterward, but somehow I doubt the conversation would help much.

Modern age: Winter Soldier gets sent to a parallel universe to kick start a Communist take over plot (or something). Nightwing spends a night keeping him from killing anyone, annoying the be-jezus out of WS, and trying to remember who this new guy reminds him of (besides Slade).

Crack: Uck, this is already tons of crack.
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Re: 117

[personal profile] terra 2008-10-06 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I was hoping I'd get a response. :) Just gimme a bit, I've got three paragraphs so far.
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"Any Way You Hit 'Em" PG-ish Bucky/Dick I

[personal profile] terra 2008-10-06 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
All the men have gone to war, except for the cripples and the crooks. In Gotham, the women line the sides of the docks with grease cross the front of their grey cotton shirts. Bruce goes out every night and puts his fist in faces, but their war seems so stale, like a weight in his shoe. Not that they don't do their part for the war effort, smashing rings of Nazi saboteurs. But there are more and more stars hanging in apartment windows, more and more people he's just itching to get a chance to save.

So when Bruce sends him off for the weekend in a dull green airplane, Dick's whole skin is buzzing. Hopefully no one'll notice that he's too young to be there.

***
Bucky doesn't much like the new kid Steve's got him paired with, not from the yellow of his cape to the green of his boots. Oh, he's good with flips and twisting, but he wasn't sent out here to be Bucky's date at the next G.I. ball. Robin's got a pocket full of smoke pellets and a bunch of funny winger-things that he can throw in pretty circles, but outside the rockets are whistling finer colors of deadly.

"Lookit, kid," Bucky says. "You're gonna have to learn how to shoot."

Back in Gotham, Dick's never needed to point a gun. Bruce showed him how they worked, of course, and how to trace a bullet back to the place it came from. He can take them apart and put them back together again; that always seemed like enough.

"This isn't Gotham, okay? Now switch your blinkers over here and I'll show you how it's done."

Robin's a natural. He's used to striking at precise points—the jars of Ovaltine Bucky set up shiver and fold with the impact of the bullets, one by one by one.

"Don't worry," says Bucky. "Out on the field it's more about not hitting our guys than stuffing the Krauts right. I mean, any way you hit 'em, they go down."

After their practice Bucky deals a couple hands of cards. He likes people better once he's beaten them at poker.

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It isn't like he thought it would be, not at all. The full-on stretch of the countryside, all the greens turned up with dirt and rain, and the sweetness of gunpowder caught deep in his throat. They had just given him a rifle and told him get to it, but the trigger was heavier this time, and he only pulled at it slowly. It's not like Dick's never seen guns before, or death—there's the image of his parents again, scattered on the circus floor like beads of a broken necklace. Beside him Bucky lobs a grenade, watches the clumps of mud and stand fly up into the starlit afternoon.

Dick breathes in, ‘cause he's not a coward, and pulls the trigger. He hits one of them in the knees, like he meant to, but the smoke and the fire don't seem to care.

"Look out!" Bucky is crying, and then he's on top of Dick, holding him down while a hunk of shrapnel whizzes overhead. Now they are both pressed deep to the dirt, close enough for sweat. Dick can't feel any kind of skin through his gloves.
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"Any Way You Hit 'Em" PG-ish Bucky/Dick II

[personal profile] terra 2008-10-06 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
On the way out they ride in the back of an old vegetable truck, Steve sitting up next to the driver, looking at more and more battle plans. The kid's curled up next to Bucky, struck fierce with the heebie-jeebies, and James hasn't got anything easy to say.

"I did it, you know," says Robin. "I shot a man."

"Yeah, I saw. You did good, kid."

"How can you-- there's nothing good about it."

"Well, you and me ain't goners, and I put that in the win column, but." He pauses. "But you're not wrong. The war tears you up and puts you back together in strange places. I dunno where it's leaving me."

"Yeah," Dick replies. "I dunno either."

"Hey!" Bucky punches him in the shoulder. "I'm trying to be serious here."

Dick just smiles at him, soot running down the outside of his mask. His face is checkered with uneven patches of red, and there's mud all through the black of his hair. It isn't his best look. But Bucky kisses him anyway.

So for a moment their fingers are entwined and Dick's taken off his gloves so he can feel the desperate warmth of the other boy's hands, all those pebbled textures. The truck goes over a hole in the road, and Bucky breaks it off sloppily.

"What I was trying to say, kid, is that you're not a coward."

"I already knew that," says Dick. "But if you want to be convincing, you'll put some tongue into it next time."

The grey dented truck still clunks along; their hands are still touching.

Re: "Any Way You Hit 'Em" PG-ish Bucky/Dick II

[identity profile] math-camel.livejournal.com 2008-10-07 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I love it. It is wonderful and exactly what I was hoping for. Thank you so much!
I hope you have some place to post this so you can get more than some anon love.

Seriously though - LOVE. You hit something I really wanted: Dick is sort of the older brother figure in the comics, but here he gets his own older brother. Some one without a real rank over or under him (like Batman or the Teen Titans). Bucky is on his own level, but more experienced in this exact situation. It didn't end up too mushy, and it was just vague enough about ages to really make me happy. Again, for those in the cheap seats: love.

I was feeling more than a little bit dirty about getting fanfiction off of a Secret, but no more! My guilt has been replaced with pure love of these poor boys.
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Re: "Any Way You Hit 'Em" PG-ish Bucky/Dick II

[personal profile] terra 2008-10-07 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm so glad you liked it!! I get worried, hahaha. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to write something-- the fic I'm working on has been kind of stagnant and it was nice to get a bit of exercise. (And I know well the pain of looking for rarer comics pairings.)

I think Bucky's really looking for someone he can be the big brother to, considering he's like, the kid in the corner with no powers all the time, and he always always gets written off. (I mean, that works out for him in the long run, but it still makes him all pissy.) And Dick's always great, so.