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My Dashing DarlingMy Dashing DarlingMy Dashing Darling by ~diddles25
Bucky was gone, leaving him for the first time in a long time. Left to fight the war in Europe. Now he was by himself, too sickly and too small to make an effective soldier.
It hurt so much. He refused to accept that this was happening. That he was willing to fight for his country… fight for and with Bucky… and he kept running into a wall. What if Bucky was killed or taken into captivity?
Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh, For a while I was a gentle maiden
'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith, And now a spent worn-out widow
Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréanMy spouse

Cheer For Him, Not MeI Am Not the HeroCheer For Him, Not Me by ~diddles25
The microphone was quickly erected and the sound system awakened, causing a grating hum, and Steve Rogers, Captain America, was eagerly thrust behind the microphone. Perplexed, he looked at Bucky, who smiled up at him along with the mob. He, a former invalid boy from Brooklyn, had just rescued the great majority of the men who had been lost behind enemy lines. He had saved Bucky, who had been strapped to a laboratory table and tortured.
Steve was astounded and flattered by the ebullient cry from the soldiers. Husky male voices shouted for a speech. Again, Steve's eyes settled on Bucky, whose eyes he never thought he would