[2 years have passed. Probably two of the quickest he has ever experienced. Maybe because of all the things he actually did; escaped Hydra, found Bucky, ran away with him, and started a life together in Europe. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs. It was something better than what they had. It was still stressful, always on the move and never in one place for too long. They couldn't risk being found out. Zevran was fine with the life of a vagabond, the life was his and it meant that he could be near the man he loved.
Until one day it all changed, Zevran will never forget that day. It had been cold, they just entered Romania in the back of a van. That was a familiar scene. They had barely settled into the shitty place they were renting when somehow they started to fight. Bucky had been acting so strange, so quiet and detached from him. Zevran wasn't sure what he did to deserve it, but nothing made sense after Bucky said he didn't love him. Then the yelling came, and it ended with Bucky leaving and Zevran in tears as he waited by the door the morning after-- waiting and waiting for him to come home. But he didn't and Zevran had to accept that.
The scene still played at night when he lied awake, more so now that he knew Bucky had planned it all. Only weeks later did the news get out about where the Winter Soldier was and all that mess began. Zevran knew he did that to keep him out of it, but it still stung. He wasn't sure if he should go out and look for Bucky. He knew he was out there, the military was still looking for him, but that would be difficult. The Winter Soldier wouldn't be found unless he wanted to be. So he stopped looking and kept on with his life, as lonely as it was, until a woman from Wakanda came to him and told him that Sergeant Barnes needed him.
He almost said no. Bucky didn't want him. Surely he would have tried to get in contact with him after the dust from the so called 'civil war' settled. He didn't though, it was clear that Bucky wanted nothing to do with him. He started to wonder if maybe his wounding words had some sort of truth to them.
Against better judgement he followed. He sat in some little dirt hut wondering how in the world this place of farmers could have helped Bucky. None of his questions were answers because as soon as he saw the man, he sent a right hook to his jaw. It hurt Zevran's hand more than Bucky though. And that's where he finds himself right now. In some field with sheep bleeping around as he holds his still throbbing hand.
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Until one day it all changed, Zevran will never forget that day. It had been cold, they just entered Romania in the back of a van. That was a familiar scene. They had barely settled into the shitty place they were renting when somehow they started to fight. Bucky had been acting so strange, so quiet and detached from him. Zevran wasn't sure what he did to deserve it, but nothing made sense after Bucky said he didn't love him. Then the yelling came, and it ended with Bucky leaving and Zevran in tears as he waited by the door the morning after-- waiting and waiting for him to come home. But he didn't and Zevran had to accept that.
The scene still played at night when he lied awake, more so now that he knew Bucky had planned it all. Only weeks later did the news get out about where the Winter Soldier was and all that mess began. Zevran knew he did that to keep him out of it, but it still stung. He wasn't sure if he should go out and look for Bucky. He knew he was out there, the military was still looking for him, but that would be difficult. The Winter Soldier wouldn't be found unless he wanted to be. So he stopped looking and kept on with his life, as lonely as it was, until a woman from Wakanda came to him and told him that Sergeant Barnes needed him.
He almost said no. Bucky didn't want him. Surely he would have tried to get in contact with him after the dust from the so called 'civil war' settled. He didn't though, it was clear that Bucky wanted nothing to do with him. He started to wonder if maybe his wounding words had some sort of truth to them.
Against better judgement he followed. He sat in some little dirt hut wondering how in the world this place of farmers could have helped Bucky. None of his questions were answers because as soon as he saw the man, he sent a right hook to his jaw. It hurt Zevran's hand more than Bucky though. And that's where he finds himself right now. In some field with sheep bleeping around as he holds his still throbbing hand.
Damn that man.]