Summary: James “Bucky” Barnes comes from a highly esteemed lineage of vampire hunters. Being the newest generation’s hunter, he’s responsible for keeping the supernatural world a secret and ensuring the survival of humanity. After losing his arm in a hunt gone wrong, Bucky wants nothing to do with his preordained destiny.
Fighting alongside Bucky is his best friend and confidant, Steven Rogers, a priest with a direct line to the Vatican, and Bucky’s only saving grace. Can Steve talk some sense into his friend, convince him that the world needs him?
You’re damned, destined to spend the rest of your life sulking in the shadows, wallowing in your own self pity. Everything changes one night when you come face-to-face with Bucky Barnes. Will he save you or put you out of your misery?
Word Count: 1,307
Warnings for the series: Alternate universe, blood, gore, violence, language, possible smut, more to come as series continues
Author’s Note: The idea stemmed from this post by @itsstillnotwhatyouthink I hope I do it justice. Want a tag? Let me know. A huge shoutout to @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree for all of your invaluable help. I love you. GIF credit
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Bucky hit the ground running, arms pumping, chest heaving, nostrils flaring. Whatever he was chasing wasn’t the run-of-the-mill vampire, it was faster than any he’d ever killed. With a growl low in his throat, Bucky pushed himself harder than before, and sure enough, he started to catch up to the blood sucker. Looking over its shoulder the creature snarled angrily, baring its bloody teeth in what was meant to be a threatening manner, but it just made Bucky laugh.
Using his knowledge of the layout of the terrain, Bucky cut to his left, taking a little known shortcut. He could hear the laughter of the vampire as he ran up a steep incline for several hundred yards before he launched himself from the edge. The vampire didn’t know what was happening until Bucky collided with it.
They grappled on the ground, each one struggling to gain the upper hand, to secure the stake that Bucky held in his hand. Even with Bucky’s passed-down-through-the-generations-super-strength, the vampire was just a little stronger, but that didn’t mean Bucky was down for the count.
With a shout of frustration, the hunter sent his fist into the vampire’s throat, catching him off guard, causing the creature’s grip to falter just the slightest. Bucky secured his left hand on the butt of the stake and hunched himself over, using his own body as leverage. He was so focused on the writhing creature beneath him, that he didn’t hear its mate approaching.
Bucky screamed in surprise as he went flying through the air. He landed on the hard ground, rolling for several yards before finally coming to a stop. He moved to do a kip up, but found that he couldn’t.
“What the fu-”
“Looking for this?” snarled the female vampire, blood spilling from her mouth, and an arm in her grip, an arm that used to be attached to Bucky.
Bile clogged Bucky’s throat as he looked to his left. Blood flowed freely from his shoulder, but it didn’t hurt, not yet. Even with the ability to heal faster than everyone else, Bucky knew that there would be no coming back from this, it wasn’t like he could grow another arm.
“What are you waiting for,” he ground out, murder in his eyes. “Kill me.”
She cocked her head to the side and ran her tongue over her bloody lips. “Sorry Barnes,” she sighed. “That will have to happen another night. Hey, you don’t mind if I keep a hold of this, do you?” She gave Bucky’s detached arm a hard shake, and the sight of it turned his stomach.
“If you won’t kill me, I’ll kill you,” he vowed, using his other arm to push off the ground, but he never made it.
“Good luck with that.” The vampire Bucky had been chasing punched him in the temple, sending the hunter spiraling into darkness.
ONE YEAR LATER
Tony Stark was going over some last-minute diagnostics, making sure that the prosthesis would function properly. He had a lot riding on it, what with The Pope himself having called the philanthropist and genius, saying how appreciative he would be, “If Mr. Barnes were to be back in His service.”
“Would you hold still,” Tony hissed at the man before him. “You’re worse than a goddamn child.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and huffed. “What’s taking you so long?”
“You got somewhere else to be?” Tony snapped, knowing damn well the hunter… ex-hunter’s schedule was completely clear.
“I might,” he deadpanned. “You don’t know.”
“Actually, I happen to know more than you think,” Tony corrected, slapping Bucky on the back of his head.
Bucky groaned as his head lolled forward. “Jarvis?”
“The one and only,” the man whose name had just been mentioned said. “Steven Rogers is here, sir. Shall I show him to the study?”
Bucky nodded as he peered over his shoulder. “Thank you, Jarvis.”
Tony kept his eyes on the screen as the diagnostics started to wrap up. “How is the padre?”
“Stevie’s been bustin’ my ass to get back to work,” Bucky snorted. “Won’t work.”
“Why is that?” He tried sounding uninterested, but he should have known better, Bucky had an extremely intuitive sixth sense about these kinds of things.
“He called you, didn’t he? Jesus Christ,” Bucky groaned, yanking his arm out of the machine that had just finished its scan. “Fuckin’ meddlin’ old man. Can’t keep his nose outta my business!”
Without waiting for a dismissal of any kind, Bucky stormed out of the room, heading straight to the study where Jarvis was just turning around.
“Goodness, sir,” Jarvis gasped. “You startled me.”
“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” Bucky muttered.
Jarvis chuckled as he straightened his jacket. “Will you be needing anything else tonight, sir?”
For the first time all day, Bucky smiled. “I’m good, Jarvis. Give Wanda a hug for me.”
“Goodnight,” Jarvis said with a tip of his head.
Once inside the study, Bucky found Steve flipping through a book. “You gotta get your boss to stop meddling.”
Steve turned around and looked at his friend with an arched brow. “My boss?”
“Yeah, Pope what’s-his-face,” Bucky huffed as he poured a healthy serving of whiskey into a cup.
With a laugh, Steve closed the book and held it to his chest. “He’s not my boss, Buck. You know that.”
“He’s throwing his weight around like he is, calling Stark, telling him to get me back in the saddle.” Bucky took a drink, wincing at the burn at the back of his throat.
“Tell me again why that’s not going to happen,” Steve implored.
Bucky rolled his eyes as he held up his metal hand. “You fuckin’ blind, or just stupid?” he snapped. His temper had been getting the better of him ever since last year, since the vamp tore his arm off like it was nothing more than a sheet of paper.
Steve sighed as he crossed the room. “You’re pissed, I get it -”
“You did not just fuckin’ say that you get it,” Bucky snarled as he faced his best friend. “Because until you get your arm ripped off, you won’t get it.” The dark metal arm whirred almost silently as his hand balled into a fist.
Despite the fact that Steve may as well have been staring down the barrel of a cocked, locked, and loaded .45, he didn’t flinch.
“You know damn well what I mean, James.” The moment Steve uttered the first name of his friend, Bucky ground his teeth and gave himself a shake. He wasn’t angry at Steve. He was angry at himself.
“I should have been able to stop them,” he lamented, metal hand unfurling.
“Don’t do that, Buck,” Steve sighed, resting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “You couldn’t have known it was an ambush.”
“But I should have. That’s sort of the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?” he asked, arm sweeping in a grand gesture at the room they were standing in.
The study housed every book ever printed on the creatures of the supernatural; including the ones that the Vatican had forbidden centuries ago. There used to be paintings on the walls of each generation’s hunter, but they put a sour taste in Bucky’s mouth, so he and Jarvis had them donated, sent to the Vatican with a note that read, “Hopefully you can find someplace for these.” The room was also very crowded, if they weren’t careful, they’d have to expand, again.
With a heaving sigh, Bucky looked hard at his friend. “Did you come here to give me another reason why I shouldn’t hang it up, or was there something else you needed?”
Steve gave his head a shake. “I’ll see you at church,” he said, smiling tightly, heading out the door.
“No you won’t,” Bucky called out, knowing Steve heard him.
TWO
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