{"id":1044,"date":"2015-12-25T00:32:47","date_gmt":"2015-12-24T22:32:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=1044"},"modified":"2015-12-25T00:32:47","modified_gmt":"2015-12-24T22:32:47","slug":"a-change-of-destiny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/a-change-of-destiny\/","title":{"rendered":"A Change of Destiny"},"content":{"rendered":"
This entry is in the series Holiday exchanges<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Author's Note:<\/strong> Yuletide pinch hit for jouissant, who (among other things) wanted some form of period-appropriate AU. Somehow from there my brain arrived at the idea that Winters would have made an excellent Captain America, with Nix (of course) the Bucky to his Steve\u2026<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

His mom had always said that Dick didn\u2019t know when to give up, usually when patching him up after he confronted yet another bully. Being a small and sick child, he always lost, but Dick couldn\u2019t help the way his blood started to boil whenever he saw anyone being mistreated. He didn\u2019t so much mind the taunts directed at himself, \u201cweakling, sissy, mama\u2019s boy, girl\u201d, he\u2019d heard them all before, but when some good-for-nothing decided to take some girl\u2019s lunch money or three boys ganged up against a younger one, Dick forgot all about common sense and jumped in.<\/p>\n

He only stopped losing after he met Lewis Nixon. <\/p>\n

The Winters had moved to Brooklyn, New York when he was 12, hoping for better job opportunities to feed the family after Dick\u2019s mom became pregnant with his sister Ann and Dick had spent another winter battling pneumonia. If his parents had hoped that he\u2019d get into less trouble in the big city, they were sorely disappointed, since New York was just as full with bullies as Lancaster had been. <\/p>\n

However, three weeks after the move Dick found himself hitting the dirty cobblestones of an alley near the Docks for the third time after two much bigger thugs had decided he\u2019d looked at them funny. He was trying to convince his bruised body to cooperate and get back up, when suddenly a new voice rang out: \u201cWhy don\u2019t you fucks pick on someone your own size?\u201d<\/p>\n

This was accompanied by a sudden interruption in the stream of insults and continued kicks from the two thugs, giving Dick the chance to struggle to his feet and face his rescuer, who turned out to be a dark-haired boy his own age wearing a fancy school uniform. That was all he managed to register before his attackers recovered from their surprise, one of them turning back to Dick while the other took a swing at the new arrival. They were still outmatched, but out of the corner of his eye Dick noticed that the other boy certainly knew how to fight dirty, and together they managed to hold off the two bigger guys long enough for a passerby to alert a copper.<\/p>\n

At the sight of him, the bullies took off, but Dick\u2019s rescuer remained behind, giving the cop a charming smile, as if he wasn\u2019t covered in dirt and blood. Dick himself couldn\u2019t have run if he\u2019d wanted to, every inch of him hurt. He just hoped his version of events would be believed - he had on several occasions in the past been delivered to his parents\u2019 door by stern officers of the law. This copper, however, didn\u2019t seem at all interested in getting them into trouble, and Dick wondered for a moment if that was a big city thing, until he noticed the way the man kept glancing at the crest visible on the dark-haired boy\u2019s jacket.<\/p>\n

He did ask them for their names, which was how Dick learned that his new friend was called Lewis Nixon III. Then the cop actually inquired whether \u201cMr. Nixon would like to report the miscreants\u201d in such a servile tone of voice that Dick had to bite his lip not to laugh out loud. The boy thus addressed, Lewis, caught this and his dark eyes gleamed with amusement even as he declined with matching formality and just a hint of imperiousness. <\/p>\n

A couple of minutes later they found themselves on their own, and Dick immediately stuck out his hand, saying frankly: \u201cI don\u2019t know why you did this, but thanks for saving my butt. And for dealing with the copper. That was impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lewis grinned openly now, his handshake firm and warm, even as he waved away Dick\u2019s thanks: \u201cNah, that was nothing. The way you kept your own against those two assholes, now that was impressive!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dick winced a bit at the profanity, something completely forbidden in his Mennonite family, but he couldn\u2019t help but blush at the compliment. He hated his complexion, fair even when he pale from some illness, because he knew his looks, fine-boned with red hair and green eyes, \u201clike a girl\u201d, contributed to the way bullies treated him. But there was no condescension in Lewis Nixon\u2019s face, only friendliness and admiration, and Richard Winters knew with bone-deep certainty that they were destined to be friends.<\/p>\n

If he\u2019d known exactly from what posh stock Nix, as he preferred to be called, hailed, Dick might not have been so sure. However, despite his family\u2019s money and his private school education, Nix not once gave Dick the impression that he wasn\u2019t good enough. On the contrary, he seemed to have what Dick considered to be an exaggerated notion of Dick\u2019s worth, more than once ditching fancy family gatherings to come across the Bridge to Brooklyn to the Winters\u2019 simple accommodation.<\/p>\n

The only times Nix was happy to use his connections was when Dick fell ill, which admittedly was on a semi-regular basis. Nix never hesitated to buy medication, no matter how expensive, and several times he even brought his family\u2019s doctor to Dick\u2019s bedside. Dick\u2019s parents, proud people, were loath to accept charity, of course, but Nix shrugged off their protestations as easily as their thanks, and Dick once overheard his mom telling his dad in whispers, when they thought he was still sleeping off yet another fever: \u201cEven if I could have born to see Dick suffer for our pride, how could I resist the look on that boy\u2019s face? I swear, it breaks my heart how lonely he seems, and how he lights up when he\u2019s around Dick\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The words made Dick feel warm all over in a much more pleasant way than the fever had, and he had to bury his face against the coolest spot of his pillow to hide the furious blush on his cheeks. He knew it was wicked to feel so pleased that their friendship was special to Nix, too, but the older he got, the harder it was to push aside these feelings - and other, even more wicked ones that Dick dared not think about too much. But he knew his Bible, was preparing to be baptized into the church, and the deacon had talked about the sins of the flesh to Dick and the other young men.<\/p>\n

It was yet another way in which his body betrayed him, Dick figured in his darker moments. However, when he was with Nix, with his easy smile and warm hands, he couldn\u2019t help but feel as if this was exactly how things were supposed to be. Dick just had to keep fighting the strange impulses that sometimes gripped him, to touch Nix more than in passing, to press his mouth against the bow of his lips, to push their hips together. Even if it hadn\u2019t been a sin against God, Dick couldn\u2019t risk giving in, for fear of losing Nix.<\/p>\n

He managed well enough, even urged Nix on when he was dating Kathy and tried to convince himself that sweet Annid made his own heart beat faster even half as much as Nix did. The only time he came close to breaking was when Nix told him he\u2019d enlisted. Until that moment Dick hadn\u2019t minded so much that he would definitely be considered unfit for duty, but the thought of Nix going off to war by himself changed all that. <\/p>\n

The night before Nix went off to OCS they met in Manhattan and walked around the city for hours. Dick thought Nix had never looked more handsome than in his uniform, and when Nix slung an easy arm around Dick\u2019s neck Dick felt as if his heart was going to burst. They\u2019d reached the area around Times Square where the queers and fairies hung out, a part of New York they\u2019d walked through often and never commented on, but Dick had never been more aware of their presence in shadowed alleys and dark doorways to hidden bars. For a moment he wished they were a part of that world, wished it so much it hurt. But soon common sense took over again, and he focused on enjoying the time they had left.<\/p>\n

They ended up taking a train to Stark Expo, but instead of admiring the technological marvels on display, Dick zeroed in on the Recruitment Center. Nix tried to dissuade him, from a desire to spare Dick the rejection as well as keep him safe, but it hurt anyway, and they almost parted on bad terms. However, at the last moment Dick simply couldn\u2019t send Nix away without a hug and a promise to join him soon. The hug was too brief and the promise felt too empty, but Nix\u2019 eyes were glistening when they separated, and Dick himself had to hold back tears.<\/p>\n

He did end up crying when Doctor Erskine found him at the Recruitment Center and offered him a way to make good on that promise that very night. He waited to break down until he was back at home, of course, after he\u2019d told his parents. They weren\u2019t happy, which he hurt more than he\u2019d expected it to, both because they wanted him safe and because the church preached pacifism. However, the thought that he might be ready for OCS before Nix shipped abroad kept Dick\u2019s focus firmly on the road ahead.<\/p>\n

It also helped him all the way through bootcamp. He just hated that he wasn\u2019t allowed to tell Nix that he\u2019d been accepted into the army, but when he read Nix\u2019 own letters, in which he told him of his decision to join the paratroopers, worry replaced his bad conscience. What was Nix doing signing up to jump out of a perfectly good airplane? Time until the procedure that would turn Dick into a proper soldier seemed to crawl by, even as his entire body ached, muscles he hadn\u2019t known existed pushed beyond their limits.<\/p>\n

Finally the day came and Dick left the Capsule a foot taller, quite a bit broader and without any of the pains he\u2019d felt for most of his life. It was exhilarating to be able to run after the man who assassinated Doctor Erskine right after the experiment, to jump and fight and do it all without even breathing hard. It was an annoying when the higher-ups called him a \u201cSuper Soldier\u201d and treated him like a slab of meat, but all Dick cared about was whether they\u2019d let him go to Europe. When he was told he\u2019d only be used for propaganda purposes, that he was an experiment and they couldn\u2019t risk him out in the field, triumph, already soured by Erskine\u2019s death, turned into ashes in Dick\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

He still wasn\u2019t allowed to write to Nix, but after endless months the propaganda tour finally made it overseas, and Dick was hoping he\u2019d get a chance to find his friend. However, when they got there, everyone was in uproar, and Dick learned that they\u2019d just missed D-Day. Nix was in France and there were reports of heavy casualties. It was too much for Dick to stand, and he stormed HQ, not quite sure what he wanted to do, just knowing that he had to do something<\/em>.<\/p>\n

He found the regimental commander, Colonel Sink, getting ready to cross the Channel after receiving news that the plane carrying the 506th PIR\u2019s command had been shot down. Later, Dick realized how lucky - for a certain value of lucky - his timing had been, because at no other time would his offer of help have even been considered. As it was, he found himself on a boat to Normandy, every minute carrying him closer to Nix.<\/p>\n

The first order of business, however, was to storm a battery above Utah Beach, and Dick had to learn quickly how to operate under fire. He figured it was lucky he got thrown together with a bunch of good men, and even luckier when he discovered that they were members of Easy Company. Nix\u2019 Company. They couldn\u2019t tell him whether Nix had survived, however, and when he had the chance to catch his breath, Dick closed his eyes and sent a prayer heavenward that his friend was safe.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d never been happier than when they stepped onto the road, and there, only a few yards away, came none other Lewis Nixon, riding a tank as if it was his own personal pleasure vehicle. Their eyes locked, and Nix\u2019 eyes widened in shocked recognition: \u201cDick?! What the fuck happened? I must have hit my head during landing, because I could have sworn you were smaller...\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I joined the army.\u201d Dick was aware he was grinning from ear to ear. He knew he\u2019d have to explain, but even if it hadn\u2019t been classified, all he could feel right now was relief and an excitement that left him almost giddy. He stepped onto the road and offered his hand to Nix. There was a pause, and suddenly Dick felt almost nervous. Only for a second, though, because then Nix\u2019 face broke into a wide smile that transformed his dirty, tired features and he took Dick\u2019s hand and pulled him up onto the tank. Dick sat down next to him, their shoulders bumping as the tank made its way back to headquarters, and they kept trading looks full of happy disbelief.<\/p>\n

Later that night, after seemingly unending meetings with Sink and the other commanders had finally confirmed Dick as Captain of Easy Company, Dick made his ways through the dark streets, lit only by the glimmers of the soldiers\u2019 blacked-out fires, until he found his own men. His<\/em> men, it was hard to believe. They didn\u2019t know him yet, but Br\u00e9court Manor had been a start, he figured, and when he downed an offered drink, it burned down his throat like fear and hope.<\/p>\n

His head was full to burst, but when Nix caught up with him, it immediately felt lighter. They walked for a while, and Dick had never felt more aware of his new body than now, when he was actually taller than Nix. Nix seemed to feel it, too, because he kept glancing up Dick with an unreadable expression. Finally, Dick simply couldn\u2019t stand it anymore. They\u2019d been apart for so long, and he\u2019d been through so much to get here, the silence felt unbearable.<\/p>\n

\u201cNix, what? Don\u2019t tell me Lewis Nixon III is dumbstruck. Told you I\u2019d join you, didn\u2019t I?\u201d His smile feels a bit forced, but Nix smiles back, relieved and quips back, and for a while they\u2019re back to normal. Except then they reach the edge of the camp, and Nix stops walking, forcing Dick and turn and face him, forcing his voice through a suddenly parched throat: \u201cWhat? Something wrong with my face?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNah, it\u2019s a perfectly alright face.\u201d It was so dark he could barely make out Nix\u2019 face, but something moved behind his expressive eyes, and his smile was warm and intimate in a way that made something in Dick\u2019s stomach twitch. Before he could parse what had changed all of a sudden, Nix reached out and trailed hesitant fingers over Dick\u2019s cheeks, causing Dick\u2019s breath to hitch in his throat. \u201cI liked it before, too. And when I jumped and everything went to hell in a handbasket, I must admit I was afraid I\u2019d never see it again. Swore to myself when I saw you again, I\u2019d stop being such a coward.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dick could hear his own heart beat loudly, and he had to swallow hard as hope began to take root. Before he had managed to gather his wits enough to reply, Nix leaned in and pressed his lips to Dick\u2019s. It was a quick, dry affair, barely more than a peck, but no other kiss had ever left Dick reeling like that.<\/p>\n

They separated and for a long moment just stood there, so close their chests were almost touching, staring at each other. A thousand thoughts ran through Dick\u2019s head at once, of years of longing, of God and sin, of the war they were about to face. Yet somehow it all paled, faded into the background like so much noise, until his world consisted only of the two of them. He only realized he was grinning when Nix\u2019 eyes crinkled with a relieved smile of his own, and then they were kissing again.<\/p>\n

This time it was rather more than a peck, Nix licking his way into Dick\u2019s mouth, Dick\u2019s fingers cradling Nix\u2019 skull, enjoying the bristles of his military haircut tickling his palm as he angled their faces, allowing the kiss to become even deeper. Dick became increasingly aware of his hardening erection, and then Nix inserted a muscled thigh between his legs, sending sparks of pure pleasure racing through Dick as he rocked his hip forward. Someone made a strangled noise, and it took Dick a moment to realize it was him.<\/p>\n

Once he did, however, it was enough to return at least some of his senses to him, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. Taking a step away, he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. Nix did the same, then licked his lips, an expression of wonder on his face, and Dick was almost undone again. Still, he managed to restrain himself, although his voice sounded wrecked to his own ears: \u201cSo. You don\u2019t by any chance have a billet to yourself, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea, but it was entirely possible one or both of them might die tomorrow, and seeing the smile that lit up Nix\u2019 handsome face, Dick simply couldn\u2019t believe that God would deny them this. After all, what had started out as Dick\u2019s desperate wish to follow Nix and had brought them here, felt more and more like part of God\u2019s plan every day. Maybe not the part where Dick wanted to spend as much time kissing Nix as he possibly could, but now that he knew Nix felt the same, Dick simply didn\u2019t have the will to deny it.<\/p>\n

Leaning down, he gently kissed Nix before letting himself be led back to camp. This was his own personal miracle, and he wasn\u2019t about to squander one more moment of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This entry is in the series Holiday exchanges<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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