[He could still feel the cold of the mountain air on his skin. He sat in that same spot, waiting like he said he would. He had snowed on the last night he waited. He remembered that the tips of his fingers were cold and unfeeling, much like the heart in his chest when he realised Bucky wasn't coming. The cold and numbness turned to a tight, uncomfortable feeling. He left that spot, and the country alone. Each step he took his heart broken a little more.
That was weeks ago. The moment he smuggled himself onto a plane heading to America, he had been thinking. He knew he had to free Bucky. It took time to plan. He needed weapons, supplies, and a safe house for them. He managed to get all those things rather easily thanks to some crazy conspiracy theorists. Who would have thought that HYDRA wasn't as sly as they thought they were. Zevran had time to think up his plan, and it was near perfect. The poor souls had no chance against him. It's been some time since the raid on Hydra. His boots were still damp with their blood. He left no one alive, which wasn't saying much because there weren't as many as he thought there would be. Most of HYDRA left the base to go to DC, something important happened there. He saw on the news that Captain America stopped their plan, and that's where Bucky was.
He found him wandering near the Potomac. That dazed, lost look on his face. He didn't run when Zevran called to him, nor did he run when Zevran came. He knew Bucky was in no shape to have physical affection, even if he wanted nothing more than to kiss him as soon as he saw him. He was good. Zevran carried him back to the safe house, took care of him, and didn't push even when he wanted so much.
Zevran is getting ready now, for when Bucky is lucid and able to move on his own. He's planning again for their escape, only this time it's the entire government after them. They have time though, the HYDRA files are difficult to decode. They had a few months at the least, and they would be long gone by then. Zevran is sitting at a table in the kitchen. The black-out curtains are drawn so no light other than the artificial one above is in the room. There is a map in front of him of Romania and the routes to get to it.
He has an apple in his hand and tosses it lightly into the air as he sighs and leans back. His eyes leave the map and look over to the body in the room in front of him. He isn't sure yet if Bucky is completely back. It takes anywhere from days to weeks. His expression softens and his eyes close, thinking back to their last kiss. Bucky can take all the times he wants, as long as he comes back to him.]
I found a savior, I don't think he remembers
That was weeks ago. The moment he smuggled himself onto a plane heading to America, he had been thinking. He knew he had to free Bucky. It took time to plan. He needed weapons, supplies, and a safe house for them. He managed to get all those things rather easily thanks to some crazy conspiracy theorists. Who would have thought that HYDRA wasn't as sly as they thought they were. Zevran had time to think up his plan, and it was near perfect. The poor souls had no chance against him. It's been some time since the raid on Hydra. His boots were still damp with their blood. He left no one alive, which wasn't saying much because there weren't as many as he thought there would be. Most of HYDRA left the base to go to DC, something important happened there. He saw on the news that Captain America stopped their plan, and that's where Bucky was.
He found him wandering near the Potomac. That dazed, lost look on his face. He didn't run when Zevran called to him, nor did he run when Zevran came. He knew Bucky was in no shape to have physical affection, even if he wanted nothing more than to kiss him as soon as he saw him. He was good. Zevran carried him back to the safe house, took care of him, and didn't push even when he wanted so much.
Zevran is getting ready now, for when Bucky is lucid and able to move on his own. He's planning again for their escape, only this time it's the entire government after them. They have time though, the HYDRA files are difficult to decode. They had a few months at the least, and they would be long gone by then. Zevran is sitting at a table in the kitchen. The black-out curtains are drawn so no light other than the artificial one above is in the room. There is a map in front of him of Romania and the routes to get to it.
He has an apple in his hand and tosses it lightly into the air as he sighs and leans back. His eyes leave the map and look over to the body in the room in front of him. He isn't sure yet if Bucky is completely back. It takes anywhere from days to weeks. His expression softens and his eyes close, thinking back to their last kiss. Bucky can take all the times he wants, as long as he comes back to him.]