An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A fic inspired by this line from Emily Wilsonâs translation of the Odyssey, âBattered and wrecked, I come to you, you first ââ
âThere are a lot more of these guys than Bucky anticipated, and thatâs saying something given his tendency to overestimate. If he wasnât already beat to shit it probably wouldnât be a problem, but â he shakes the thought away. If he starts to itemize his injuries heâs not going to make it. Even if he doesnât, heâs still not going to make it to the rendezvous point tonight. Bucky wipes the rainwater from his face and heaves a long suffering sigh, then winces in pain. He knows what he has to do, or rather, where he has to go. He just hopes that he is welcome.â ~ Bucky finds himself battered and bruised with nowhere else to go but the last place he wants to be.
















