Nameless Epilogue, Second Ending
AN: the fluffy ending by the way! This one made me cry. I’m so sad to have this guy done, but im proud of actually finishing somethign for once! Thank you all for the support, I appreciate each and every one of you so much
Nameless Series / Nameless 13
“So, what the hell do we do now?” Y/N asked, wiping a stray tear off of her face and lolling her head towards Peggy who was still drunk from the previous night. She shrugged, frowning and shaking her head before rolling over and taking a swig from a half-empty bottle of beer she was working on from last night. Both Peggy and Y/N looked pathetic, and frankly, it was more than embarrassing to see two strong women collapsed on ones bed drinking day old flat beer for the sake of avoiding a hangover.
“This is bullshit.” Y/N snarled lowly, flopping her head back and glaring at the ceiling.
“You’re telling me, Darling.” Peggy’s voice was slurred. “We deserve the best, and all that is always taken away. Ripped away, actually.”
“What have we done to deserve anything these past few months, huh?” Y/N continued, her voice low as she propped herself on her elbow to look down on her friend.
“We’ve only gotten drunk and cried this past month. We’ve been pitiful.” Y/N, now full of spite and annoyance rolled off of the bed and almost gagged when she got a whiff of herself. “Imagine if either of the boys saw us like this, huh?” She ripped her stained tank top over her head and slipped her sleep shorts off, not bothering with her undress in front of Peggy. She grabbed a towel from the closet just outside of Peggy’s room and turned back to look at her friend. Peggy had smeared lipstick across her face and a glower in her eyes.
“Get your ass off that bed, wash the sheets and get yourself together. There is a war happening not 50 miles from the London border and we are here getting drunk and stuck with the ghosts of men we love.” She continued, slamming the door of the bathroom and turning the water extra hot.
When she walked out of the steaming bathroom, Peggy was dressed in a silk robe with her greasy hair in a low bun crying while scrubbing the alcohol and makeup stained sheets.
“We’re going to get better, Peggy.” She whispered as she wrapped her arms around her best friends waist from behind. “We have to keep living the way they would have wanted us to. Saving the world one feminist smile at a time. Now go shower, you smell like a soldier with trench foot.”
The two years following that New Years Day was hard for all involved. Peggy, working out of spite of Y/N’s words and the drive to live up to Steve expectations began an organization especially striving to destroy all of the underground Nazi science division, Hydra. It would grow to form the world most trusted security organization up until the Battle of Washington in 2014.
Y/N, in collaboration with Howard Stark, helped revolutionize the SS Serum, she became his lab rat— growing stronger with each painful injection of the neon blue liquid 9Y/N thought it looked far too much like Windex, but whatever) and once she was able to work with her powers and newfound super soldier powers. Soon, Y/N became unstoppable and rejoined the war effort as a new form of Captain America. She fought the war to the end and cried in Peggy’s arms when the war was declared over.
After the bombing of Hiroshima, Y/N missed the many awards she was to receive because of her effort in the healing of Japan. Sure, she got flack for helping the other side, but with the amount of many innocent lives affected by nuclear waste, she found herself unable to hide. She helped in Korea, and in the Gulf, and in Croatia and Rwanda and Afghanistan and every night in the bed of her hostel, she would take out a picture of her and Steve and Peggy and Bucky all smiling and laughing.
She and Peggy never fell in love again, not really. Sure, Peggy married but she was never able to fully give herself to him in the sense of starting a family. Y/N never fell in love again, and after a very brief fling with one Howard Stark, she found herself unable to give up Bucky. Nothing could ever match his love for her— the fullness she felt around him and the joy she had in the darkest time of History.
So, she drowned herself in war and turmoil and genocide and while she seemed stuck in the same place in time, her friends continued to age. That whole concept never hit her until she was in Croatia on December 16th, 1991 and she picked up the phone to answer the call that told her Howard had been murdered by one Winter Soldier.
One look at the video, she knew that Bucky was out there. No matter how much his hair changed, or how absolutely tortured he looked, that would always be her James. His eyes, while haunted and not his own were still his.
“Peg. It’s— it’s Bucky. That’s Bucky. He’s alive, he’s— Oh my god, Peggy. I left him. I stopped looking for him and they got him and now—“ She was crying in her best friends arms. The older woman wrapped her arms around Y/N and held her while she let out hideous cries of pure grief.
“You didn’t leave him, Y/N. His body was gone— all trace of him. We swept that mountainside for a year but there was nothing to be found.” She hushed, rocking the new Captain America as she let down all of her walls.
She was in the blistering heat of the Middle East when she got the radio call. It was 120 degrees when she was called to the only air-conditioned building on the camp, and the temperature shock almost made her keel over to hide from the freeze. She flinched when she saw the Sergeants face— grim.
“No, I wish, Y/N. Steve. He survived the crash— he was frozen and he’s alive.”
Y/N would have never thought she would be chasing her old best friend through the streets of New York in 77-degree weather wearing a thick parka and a hat. The temperature adjustment was horribly difficult for her, and as she held out both her hands, she thought how truly surreal this whole experience was. 70 years after the war and Steve looks as feral and as lost as he had in battle.
“Steve. Stevie. It’s me— Y/N. You’re alive. It’s 2011, and you’ve been asleep for 70 years. It’s me.” She cooed, walking forward and placing both her hands on his cheeks to make him focus on her.
It wasn’t long until the battle of New York took place. Steve and Y/N, now inseparable and leaning on each other to cope and immaculate in battle. It was around the shwarma table that she looked at Steve and her heart sank. It sank because he didn’t know about Bucky.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, offering her a worn but satisfied smile. It felt good to fight for something again.
“A little tired, but fine all the same.” She lied, reaching over the table to hold his hand in her own.
“How the fuck could you not tell me he was alive. After all this time and you—“ Steve screamed in the hospital, throwing vases at her and ripping IV lines out of the wall. “You lied to me!” He shouted in her face, jabbing his finger against her chest and snarling in her face. His own was an angry shade of red and his shoulders shook with rage and grief.
“It would be too much, Stevie. He’s not Bucky anymore.” She sobbed, holding his face in her hands like she had two years ago. She pressed her forehead against his and it was a while before he fell to his knees and pressed his face into her stomach, sobbing loudly into her. She raked her nails through his hair as he cried, and it was even longer before she pulled him to his feet and into the hospital bed where they stayed for the next two days.
She didn’t participate in the fight fans called the ‘Civil War’ for many reasons. One; she loved her godson, Tony with all of her heart and would never be able to turn her back against him— hell, she and Peggy had practically raised him as their own.
Two; she wouldn’t turn her back against Steve— her oldest and dearest friend in this whole world. They had fought side by side for years on years and shared the same title of Cap.
Three; she wasn’t ready to face Bucky quite yet. She knew he knew of her, and Steve had phoned her almost every day talking about how much Bucky remembered of her. How she had been the reason he hadn’t lost himself in the grip of Hydra. Steve would tell her of the times that her face kept him alive during the deprivation and the torture. So, she hid in the Swiss Alps until the whole thing blew over and she found herself ready.
Like a coward, she thought.
She wasn’t able to face him, Bucky, until two years after she found out he was safe and sane and well and she found herself in the border town of Wakanda. She was nervously twisting her hands as she followed a young girl, Shuri Udaku, through the bush and towards a lake where she had been told he was staying.
“And he knows who I am?” She asked. She hadn’t been this terrified since the time in Poland in ’42.
“And he wants to see me?”
“And he—“ Y/N was startled when Shuri spun around and grasped her biceps with a smile.
“You are Y/N Y/L/N, also known as Captain America and previously known as American Dove. You and he were engaged, but not really because he was waiting for the right moment to propose to you. He loves the way you snorted when you laughed, and he hopes you do it still. While he thought that growing old with you together, this isn’t exactly what he meant. Y/N. He is so excited to see you, and we shouldn’t keep either of you waiting— you’ve done enough of that, yes?”
“What about the cane. Will he see me as less attractive?”
Y/N could see the younger woman’s heartbreak as she looked down at the cane in Y/N’s hand. While the disability hadn’t held her back in her Avenging, she found herself using it as a crutch— no pun intended.
“He loves you so much more than a cane. You are his sun and stars and moon, you need not fear.”
Bucky never thought he would be able to feel anything other than contempt again. The world had changed far more than what he could ever imagine, and he almost wished he would have stayed in the bottom of the canyon.
Not until he watched Y/N Y/L/N walk through the break in the trees in a flowing white dress and her hair longer than what he remembered— granted, it was always done up in a neat bun, but damn if it didn’t get him going the way it did when he wasn’t broken. Her face was unchanged, maybe a few crows feet and age spots on her shoulders, but the same ethereal beauty and glowing skin remained. His heart was more than hammering in his chest, he was sure he was about to vomit right into his hand.
She limped forward nervously, not seeing the kids who were playing around them, chanting ‘White Wolf!’ and squealing in the excitement of their new guest. Nothing in the world but the two existed, and it was perfectly fine with him.
His Wakandan silks were loose and billowed around him as he walked forward until he was only one foot away from her.
“I— I can’t believe this is real. It is right?”
“You remember my name, and that’s the most real thing I think I’ve experienced in the past 70 years.”
“I would never forget your name, Y/N. Nothing Hydra did to me would ever make me forget that.” He whispered, pressing his hand against her face and stepping closer. She fisted the blue silk of his tunic and breathed him in— even though decades had passed, he still smelt the same.
“Show me. Make me remember.” She whispered, leaning in and barely pressing her lips against his.
And he did. The first kiss was tentative, and barely there but it still made Y/N’s head swirl to the point of her leaning into him for grip. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him, he would have tilted her chin up to meet his lips, but he was lacking in the two arm department.
Instead, she pulled him down but the back of his neck and crashed her lips to his in a hungry and desperate kiss. He tasted the same too, and the way he squeezed her waist made her moan wantonly into his mouth. She tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, and he reciprocated the noise, pressing his hips into hers. Their noses bumped hard, and they pulled away in shock and laughed loudly against each other.
Their noses brushed against each other gently, and they smiled against each other once more, kissing briefly and brushing each other’s faces with the backs of their knuckles.
“I’ll always wait for you, Y/N. From your name to this moment now, I will wait until the day I turn to ash for you.” He murmured. At this moment, all the 70years of torture from Hydra were worth it.
“I’m actually done waiting.” She smiled at him and kissed his hurt expression away. “You will never have to wait another day for me, James Barnes because I am not goin’ anywhere.”
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