[ WWII AU ] what a night to go dreaming

[from_the_outside]

There's no doubt that things have shifted, a little, since the day they spent tangled up together in that sun-dappled cottage, tucked away in the trees behind the nearby town. The other Howling Commandos have, seemingly by silent agreement, stopped flirting so outrageously with her, though she's caught Jim and Gabe giving Bucky more than one fondly exasperated glance. She still dances with all of them, and enjoys their company, but they yield the floor to Bucky at the end of the night, and he's the one who, as she said she wanted, walks her back to her tent. 

And then there are their rendezvous' out in the field, where she still checks, each night, for a portal opening in the air. It never comes, but she spends hours there with him, walking and laughing and dancing under the starlight, stealing every moment they can together.

Aunt Peggy says nothing, but Sharon knows she can tell things have changed. There's a worried frown that lives between her brows, but she doesn't forbid her niece to see Steve's best friend, knowing it would only backfire.

Other things change not at all... like the morning tests Howard still makes them do. They're nearing the end of the sequence today, and she lets go of Bucky when Howard tells her to, careful not to linger. It's difficult to say what Stark thinks of his findings; he mutters to himself and snaps at his assistants, but all she can glean from it is that the resonance is still fading at a regular rate from her cells.

But none of them know why.

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[nerves_of_ice]

“As long as I can,” he promises, soft and low. Bucky draws her close to him, trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms.

[from_the_outside]

She wishes they could go to the little cottage, that they could spend a few of these last hours bare and tangled up in each other, but the freedom they've been given this afternoon only goes so far. Instead, she coaxes him to lie back in the grass and curls against his side, her head on his shoulder and her arm over his middle. She watches the clouds pass overhead, pointing out ones with especially interesting shapes, as the sun lifts and begins to lower again.

It's enough. It has to be. Some hours here together, and then dinner, and what might be her last evening at the 'pub,' dancing and laughing and talking with the friends she's made here.

And then – maybe – tonight, a way home.

[nerves_of_ice]

The hours pass quickly. All too soon, it’s less than an hour to test time, Howard having decided to pin the experimental attempt as close to the minute of Sharon’s arrival as possible.

Bucky meets the lab techs in the field as ordered while Sharon’s off changing clothes. It’s a good thing her aunt is with her, he figures, given that outfit. Steve’s nearby as well, determined that Bucky won’t go through this without him.

He stands under the tree and watches with mild trepidation as the techs ring him with wires and small metal towers and antennas, each linked to a field generator for power.

[from_the_outside]

She's rarely been so grateful for Peggy Carter's practicality and stiff upper lip as she is now. Her aunt folds and sets aside the clothes Sharon sheds, and waits as Sharon zips into the familiar white catsuit, the fabric clinging to her body. Her boots come next, then her utility belt and thigh holster.

Last is her phone, powered on the way it had been when she arrived, the precious new photo saved in a series of places on it.

Finished, she looks up at her aunt, who studies her back for a long moment before stepping in to embrace her, silent and warm. Sharon clings to her as long as she can, before Aunt Peggy pulls away with a slight sniff. "Come along, darling," she murmurs. "They're expecting us."

The scene at the field is bizarre in the extreme. Howard's assistants are clustered around Bucky, Stark himself fiddling with a box at the edge of the treeline. She hears footsteps behind her and sees Harry Jackson come huffing along the path, a strange gun in his arms. "Is that – " Sharon starts, as Peggy's hand comes to her arm.

One of the weapons they'd liberated from the Skull. It must be. And as she watches Harry carry it over to Howard, she realizes how they're planning to try and emulate the power source that brought her here.

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky eyes the weapon Jackson shows up with. “Careful there,” he cautions. “We don’t want anyone turning into dust.”

“Or exploding,” Howard says. “That stuff’s volatile as hell. Nearly blew up the lab back at base.”

This doesn’t make him feel any better about things, but that’s about when another of the techs spots Sharon’s approach and trips over his own feet. Bucky bites back a grin, while Steve flushes.

[from_the_outside]

"Careful!" snaps Howard, turning to the lab tech, but he almost swallows his own tongue as he glances in the direction the man had been looking. "Uh, Agent Carter, is that – "

Peggy gives him a cool stare. "Keep your eyes in your skull, Howard," she says, crisply. "Or you won't be much use to us at all."

Sharon meets Bucky's glance and shrugs, very slightly, the edge of her mouth twitching up.

[nerves_of_ice]

“I still say that’s one heck of a uniform,” Bucky drawls. “All you need are the wings.”

Peggy gives him an exasperated look, while Steve ducks his head to swallow a smile.

[from_the_outside]

Howard’s throat bobs as he swallows, but he catches a stern glance from Steve and gives himself a shake, waving Sharon forward.

“Over here, Agent,” he tells her, and directs her to stand where she’d first appeared, before his lab techs come to drape her with wires and sensors.

[nerves_of_ice]

“So how is this going to work exactly?” Bucky asks, watching as the techs set up equipment around Sharon. Her aunt’s watching too, he notices, making sure there’s no impropriety.

“We’ve got a couple of options to try,” Howard says, turning to him. He waves at the wires and generators. “First we’ll create an electrical current, since that’s what Agent Carter said happened in her lab, and we’ll use the field generated to interact with the resonance your cells are still radiating. Then we’ll target where the tear in the sky was.”

“Target it with what?” Bucky asks, with the sinking feeling that he already knows.

[from_the_outside]

"With the weapon," Howard explains, as the lab techs cover her with wiring and equipment. "We need the frequency to try and reverse the resonance Agent Carter is emitting."

"Reverse it?" Sharon says, surprised, and casts a wary glance at the wiring now covering her torso. "You're not going to zap me with that thing, are you?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“The hell he is,” Bucky snaps, expression hard. “I saw enough soldiers turn into dust and ash with one hit, we’re not risking it here—-“

“Simmer down, Sergeant,” Howard grouses. “That’s what the wires are for. They act like a Faraday cage, got it? Whatever’s inside doesn’t get hurt. And anyway we’re not aiming it at her, we’re aiming it at you.”

[from_the_outside]

“You’re doing no such thing,” Steve says, sharp, before she can open her mouth the protest. “Howard, no.”

Stark turns to him, exasperated. “It’s safe,” he promises. “We’ve tested it over and over. It won’t hurt the Sergeant.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Sharon says, heated. “Absolutely not.”

[nerves_of_ice]

“We’ve tested it!” Howard argues. “What more do you want?”

“Why do you need to fire it at me?” Bucky interrupts. Howard turns to him. “Because you were the anchor point, right? For her arrival. We need you to anchor the reversal. And it has to be you because of the resonance. No one else has it but her.”

Bucky takes a slow breath. “Okay.”

[from_the_outside]

"You absolutely don't have to do this," Sharon tells Bucky. There's no room for negotiation in her tone.

All she can think about is the way he'd said it didn't hit me this time after she'd arrived. The thought that he'd have to endure being hit by it again is almost too much to bear.

[nerves_of_ice]

“I know,” he murmurs. He does, but. But.

But if he doesn’t, if they don’t try, then maybe Sharon never gets to go home. He can’t do that to her. He can’t.

The agonized look on Steve’s face tells him his best friend knows exactly what he’s thinking. Steve turns to Howard. “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought it’d - well. If it’d do that,” Howard says. “At worst a shock, maybe, from the wires. Faraday cages are safe. That’s why we use them.”

[from_the_outside]

He'd told her he'd do whatever was necessary, and she knows he'd meant it, but that doesn't make any of this easier.

It's his decision. And she knows he'd never forgive himself if they didn't try and missed their one shot at sending her home.

Howard checks his watch and looks at Bucky. "Sergeant," he says. "I know I'm asking a lot. I need you to trust me."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Do it,” Bucky says, firmly. “I’m ready. Whatever you need.”

He looks at Steve, then at Sharon. “It’ll be okay,” he promises.

[from_the_outside]

She keeps her gaze on him as Stark's techs finish with their equipment, the wires a net around him and around her, too. Off to the side, Harry Jackson activates the weapon with a whine and familiar blue glow, and goosebumps chase along Sharon's skin.

Howard glances at his watch again, then gestures for Steve and Aunt Peggy and the techs to step back. "Okay," he says. "Just about there."

Sharon looks across the short expanse of field to meet Bucky's eyes, her own dark and solemn as stark starts counting down and her breath quickens.

This might be the last glimpse she gets of him, and she refuses to blink, to lose even a second of it.

[nerves_of_ice]

He finds that he’s holding his breath, every muscle tense and every impulse screaming at him to run as Howard counts down.

He doesn’t run. Bucky holds Sharon’s gaze, looking at her for as long as he can, right up to the moment that Harry fires the weapon. Blue light hits the cage of wire around him, and he hears the generators wail as they start to overload, as the world around him turns the blue-white of pure lightning.

[from_the_outside]

The cage around her crackles into life and she squints to keep from being blinded as electricity surges and her hair lifts onto its ends, giving her the kind of clouded halo Bucky's teased her about so often.

She can't see him anymore, or Aunt Peggy either. She can hear Stark shouting, but she can't understand what he's saying.

Sharon looks up, hoping to see the sky crack open above them. The hum of her cage increases, shrieking with resonance, and as a blast of blue light hits the air above her head she braces for the feeling of being tugged, of falling backwards.

But nothing comes. And the sky stays stubbornly closed.

[nerves_of_ice]

The world is burning light and white fire around him, but there’s no pain, not like he remembers from Zola’s lab. He can’t see Sharon, can’t make out anything but a few voices yelling. Bucky stays still, holding his breath.

One by one, the generators scream and burn out. The power surge fades, leaving darkness and a searing afterimage behind.

“Bucky!” He can’t hear Steve yell like that and not try to answer. “I’m okay!” he calls back. “Sharon?”

[from_the_outside]

The generators scream and burst. Stark is swearing. She can see nothing aside from the glare of electricity, until with a wail, the last generator burns out.

There's a moment of silence, and then Steve calls out, followed shortly by Bucky, and though he calls for her, Sharon can't bring herself to answer. Or – not that, exactly. She can't answer. Hope had burned as brightly as that surge in her chest... and then nothing had happened.

It hadn't worked.

She swallows, hard, as the seconds tick by. She can't see him or Steve or Aunt Peggy or Stark, but as her eyes adjust, she can see the stars once more. She can smell the grass of the field, the cool night breeze.

"Here," she says, finally, her voice ruthlessly level. "Still here."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Howard?” Peggy says, crisply. “Stop swearing and tell us what’s next.”

“Next is that we go back to London and I see what I can do in my workshop,” Stark snaps. “There’s nothing else to be done here. We threw everything at it that we could. I need better equipment, better facilities, and more data.”

Bucky scrubs his eyes to clear them and trades a grim look with Steve. Peggy turns to Sharon. “Let’s get you out of these things,” she says, softly.

[from_the_outside]

London.

Away from the field, away from any lingering tear in time and space. She's silent as Stark's techs buzz around her like bees, removing the wires and equipment. Aunt Peggy's shape is ghostlike in the dark as her eyes adjust to the lack of light.

She doesn't dare look at Bucky, only nods to her aunt. "Probably a good idea," she says, still keeping her voice carefully level.

It didn't work. And, for the first time, she allows herself to wonder if something happened, back home. If her traveling through time wasn't the only problem that came with working with the cube.

Maybe there isn't anything left there to return to.

[nerves_of_ice]

“We’ll walk you back,” Steve offers. Bucky nods, finally stepping free of wires and monitors and scrap metal and mess.

“All of you go ahead,” Stark says. “Me and the guys need to take some measurements before we clean up.”