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Summary: The mask clatters to the ground, and Steve hesitates. SteveBucky, set during CA:TWS, oneshot
My first time back writing in what seems to be a very long time, and this is very, very, very short. But I just saw this movie last night and was so incredibly inspired by the whole Bucky storyline so I had to write something. I really hope that y'all enjoy this snippet. Hopefully writing this little thing will be the thing that gets me back in the writing mood. Please enjoy!
Ghost
It happens so quickly, Steve isn't sure what to make of it at first.
His breath, once coming out quick and fast in his exertion, is now stagnant in his throat. He is not sure if what he's seeing is real; it can't be real, of course. It must be a product of wanting the present to be the past again, wanting to see his friends and hear their voices and just be. Just the phantom of a memory, a wish formed into reality. To see Bucky Barnes again after all this time was his one, all-consuming desire, and it had been presented to him, now, in such a perplexing package.
He cannot be real.
But he is there, clear as day, the harsh sunlight reflecting off of his bright eyes and his dark, scraggly hair. The metallic arm flexes, light shimmering off the plates that compose it, and he shifts a little bit into a more predatory stance.
"Bucky?" The name leaves his lips before he can stop it. Even though it is spoken as a precious whisper, the name becomes as disruptive as a sonic boom as it cuts through all of the years that have separated them.
The dark-haired specter tilts his head to the side; blank, emotionless eyes - eyes that should not be like that, those eyes do not belong to Bucky, they just don't - peer at him and he says, simply, "Who the hell is Bucky?"
And his hope, however fleeting it was originally, is lost.
End.