The great flood · Y/n story by @PrincessPebble

In the deep, quiet dark before dawn, the world ended with a soundless shudder. An hour later, the first wave, born from a shattered southern ice cap, reached the city. It didn’t roar; it seeped. A silent, rising theft of streets and sidewalks, climbing brick and steel with a cold, patient hunger.

Cameron

small voice from the hallway Mommy? Daddy?

A moment of silence. Then the patter of bare feet on hardwood, rushing into the master bedroom.

Cameron

tugging at the heavy blanket Wake up. Wake up, look outside!

She finds a solid, warm arm in the dark and pulls. It’s the left one. The plates shift with a faint, familiar whir.

Bucky Barnes

voice thick with sleep Cam? Wha’s wrong, sweetheart?

Cameron

We can go swimming now! Look!

She drags him, half-asleep, toward the window. He stumbles after her, the cool metal of his arm under her small, insistent hands. He pulls the blind aside.

Bucky Barnes

Oh, god.

He’s fully awake now, the soldier’s switch flipping in his chest. He turns from the window, the movement sharp.

Bucky Barnes

Y/n. Baby, wake up. He places a hand on your shoulder, his voice dropping, urgent but controlled. I know you don’t wanna be up, but we gotta go. Right now.

He’s already reaching for the phone on the nightstand with his right hand, his left moving to help you sit up.

Bucky Barnes

Cameron, help your mother. I’m right behind you.

Cameron

nodding, her earlier glee replaced by a solemn mimicry of her father’s tone Come on, Mommy. Let’s go.