Marvel Movies double drabble - Destroyer
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charybdisWhile the comics encourage swooning over Winter Soldier's rifle, the movie encouraged... sex-swapped unrequited Bucky/Steve?
Jane Barnes is a lot of things -- a dead shot, a reasonably loyal friend, a terror with a knife, good in a crisis, sharp as a razor. War hero, too, even though the war ain't over yet.
She is not pretty -- never has been, never will be.
Not that it matters, when the whole company is hip-deep in mud and freezing slush, praying that they spot the enemy before the enemy spots them, knowing that Bucky is their best bet. Eyes like a goddamn falcon, Jim mutters, every time she shoulders her rifle and blows away another unsuspecting Hydra scout.
Bucky Barnes is a lot of things -- an agile dancer, a witty conversationalist, able to make passable food out of whatever she can scrounge up, even if she has to hunt and shoot something.
She will never be pretty, but that doesn't matter -- except when it does.
It matters when she's standing next to Agent Peggy Carter, whose curves are more devastating than the all-consuming roar of cannon fire, and the Howlers trade looks that say, Killer-driller, slick chick. She's out of our league, boys, even Bucky. And Steve watches Peggy's graceful hands on her stupid revolver, and Bucky wants to know if Agent Carter has ever operated a bolt-action rifle in the midst of mortar fire, if she's any good when she's freezing her tits off at the tail end of six days' march on nothing even resembling sleep.
Jane Barnes is a lot of things -- a dead shot, a reasonably loyal friend, a terror with a knife, good in a crisis, sharp as a razor. War hero, too, even though the war ain't over yet.
She is not pretty -- never has been, never will be.
Not that it matters, when the whole company is hip-deep in mud and freezing slush, praying that they spot the enemy before the enemy spots them, knowing that Bucky is their best bet. Eyes like a goddamn falcon, Jim mutters, every time she shoulders her rifle and blows away another unsuspecting Hydra scout.
Bucky Barnes is a lot of things -- an agile dancer, a witty conversationalist, able to make passable food out of whatever she can scrounge up, even if she has to hunt and shoot something.
She will never be pretty, but that doesn't matter -- except when it does.
It matters when she's standing next to Agent Peggy Carter, whose curves are more devastating than the all-consuming roar of cannon fire, and the Howlers trade looks that say, Killer-driller, slick chick. She's out of our league, boys, even Bucky. And Steve watches Peggy's graceful hands on her stupid revolver, and Bucky wants to know if Agent Carter has ever operated a bolt-action rifle in the midst of mortar fire, if she's any good when she's freezing her tits off at the tail end of six days' march on nothing even resembling sleep.
