Requested by @caitydi -a truly lovely reader:)

You sat and stared at your reflection. You had purple circles under your eyes. The corners of your mouth curved down. The scar that ran along your cheek from the crack of a whip.

The memories wouldn't leave you alone.

Monster.

The killing. The blood. The death. All of it haunted you. The countless skulls you shattered. The countless families you tore apart. The ones that pleaded for their lives, your cold heart blocking them out.

Deceiving.

Those wings. The ones they put on your back. Beautiful and white. Pure. But they were just for looks. They didn't show you. You were a hollow shell, all emotion beaten out of you years ago. Those wings were ago constant reminder.

Murderer.

You couldn't touch weapons without having a flashback. You couldn't look at anyone without seeing a face you killed. You couldn't delve into your thought without seeing the blood that stained your hands.

You were trying to redeem yourself. Clear the red in you ledger. But every time you went into battle, you remembered the fights with your victims, your targets, your missions.

Steve tried to help. He really tried with you and Bucky. Tried to get you two to see the self worth. It had worked on Bucky, but was failing you.

Your fist hit the glass of the mirror, shattering it. Your knuckles began to bleed, but you didnt care as you fell to the floor sobbing, cursing damn HYDRA. Cursing those damn wings.

Bucky heard the commotion and rushed into your room, seeing your slumped figure on the floor, clutching your bleeding fist.

"(Y/N)," He said softly. You looked up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I hate them." You croaked. "I hate them. I want them gone. Make them go away."

"I can't, doll." He whispered, kneeling down next to you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"How can you do it?" You asked quietly.

"It's an uphill battle. But I keep fighting. I'm not perfect. I'm not even trying to be. I just live it minute by minute, knowing that I can turn my life around, and become something I always wanted to be."

"These things on my back. They are weapons. They aren't supposed to be there. Make them go away."

"You don't want that."

"Yes I do!"

"No, you dont. Trust me."

You looked at him through your lashes, seeing his reassuring smile. It warmed your hardened heart a bit, how much he tried to help you.

He pulled you to him, holding your head against his chest.

"These wings... they're beautiful." He said. It took your breath away. No one had ever said something like that to you.

"They can either remind you of the bad, or the good. To me, they remind me of how pure and good you actually are. How beautiful you actually are. HYDRA took an angel and used her."

"These things don't make me an angel."

"You're right. They don't. But you still are an angel. Weather you think you are or not."

You looked up at him. His blue eyes now sparkled with emotion. He was no longer a weapon. He didn't let his arm control him. He didn't let the memories faze him.

So why did you?

"Thank you, Bucky."

He smiled again.

"Can I do something, Angel?" He asked.

"Sure." You replied.

You didn't expect him to lean down and press his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle, but passionate. It wasn't hostile or cold, like the Winter Soldier. It was warm and caring, like James Buchanan Barnes.

You pulled away and looked at him.

"Im not their angel anymore. I'm your angel." You said before connecting your lips to his again.

A/N

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