Picture is Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in Captain Americia: The Winter Soldier.

Video is "Steve & Bucky | Dynasty" by 003pippo93 from YouTube.

Music is "Dynasty" by MIIA.

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PROLOGUE

When I pull my body from the pavement, I see the Winter Soldier aiming a knife at Steve, Steve's shield stuck into the other side of the sedan. Steve blocks it, but the knife barely misses his face. They slide along the vehicle, carving gashes into the metal.

I make a run for the shield as Steve uses his body weight to turn both of them over on themselves. The Winter Soldier has a harder time to get up, weighed down by his own metal appendage. In the split second we have to spare, I grab the shield from its metal casing and toss it to Steve, shouting his name as I do.

Steve catches the shield just in time to turn and block more blows from the Winter Soldier. He pins the soldier's arm against the shield, damaging it, and knocks him in the head. I run at Steve, shouting, "Shield!"

Steve turns and lets me use his shield as a jumping-off point. I land on the Winter Soldier, locking my legs around his head and using my weight--and gravity--against him, just as I've seen Natasha do a million times. He falls onto the ground, his mask falling from the lower portion of his face.

The assassin's mask hit the ground, and his back was still turned towards us. I stop to take a breath, feeling Steve walk up beside me, ready to fight with me.

When the Winter Soldier turns towards us, neither of us can breathe. He's the man I've seen in my dreams, in my nightmares, and in my untouched memories. Longer hair and empty, cold eyes, but still the same man.

The man I fell in love with in 1938. The man I called my fiance in 1942. The man I married in 1944.

The man I thought perished in the Alps in 1945.

My voice trembles too much to say a word. Tears of sadness, happiness, and confusion fill my eyes.

Steve is more composed than I, and says the one name I've prayed about seeing again for decades: "Bucky?"

The Winter Soldier's eyes--Bucky's eyes--don't change a bit at the mention of his name. He doesn't recognize either of us. All love, joy, and belonging...just gone from his face. He says five words, pulling a gun from his thigh holster. He aims it at me.

And I'm not sure which breaks my heart more.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

END PROLOGUE.