Red.
The color of anger. The color of love. The color of danger.
The color of blood.
My life has always been surrounded by red; I don't remember ever seeing any other, I never got the joy of seeing yellow, the sorrow of blue or even the purity of white. Looking back on my life its just a blur of red; when I was taken from my family I saw red, when I was recruited to the academy I saw red, the first time I took a life I saw red and the first time I saw him... I saw red.
And now as I lay in a puddle of blood I knew I would never get the opportunity to see another colour. Yet the red he had made me see was unlike any other. It was not angry or unforgiving instead it was pure, calming and set my world on fire.
If someone had given me the choice in seeing every color in the world for the rest of my life, or the red he showed me for just a day I would happily beg for the red.
Hey Guys! Started writing this a while ago and decided to finally finish it
I'm a huge Marvel fan and always wanted to write about the heroes so here's my chance
I love Bucky more than anything, he deserves more!
Hopefully you like it
THANKS !