Hello! This is my first time ever writing a Marvel fanfic, so comments and ideas are always welcome!
This is set after the Civil War movie, so this may contain Spoilers!
~ArtemiaNight~
Winter's Warm Embrace
Always Watching
Ever since I could remember, you've been asleep in that cold coffin of yours, awaiting the day you will be released into the warm sun. When I first saw you, I knew I wanted to be the one to bring you back into that warmth you so desperately craved, enough to willing freeze your body in time.
I was only 10 years old when I first lay eyes on you, I marveled the way you looked so peaceful as you slept. I visited you every day, I would read books and tell you stories; hoping that subconsciously you would remember them. At first the scientists wouldn't let me anywhere near you, they said you were dangerous. How could someone so peaceful looking be dangerous? But I was adamant, and my mom who worked in the lab gave me clearance to your chamber. They put a comfy armchair for me and a bookcase to house my books in. Every day I would ask if they had found a way to help you, when they would allow you to be free. The answer was always the same... "No, not yet."
When I was 13, I snuck into my mom's office and looked through her file cabinet. I found your file, yellowed and tattered, almost as old as the man in the chamber. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was the name on the folder in ancient black ink. I read about what you had gone through when you were with Hydra, the torture they put you through, the battles and missions you fought in, your relationship with Captain America, and the whitest paper in the file signing the agreement to submit yourself to cryogenics. A footnote at the bottom of the paper read "RESEATATE WHEN A CURE BECOMES AVAILABLE". No such cure has been found to wipe away Hydra's black stain from your mind yet.
I've looked up to you for the longest time, waiting for the day when I could finally meet you, for you to meet at least one person who doesn't care about your past, that wants to know you for the person you are. But even you don't know who you are, you were brainwashed, held captive in your own mind, then frozen twice in your life; not enough time to figure out ones self.
At age 18 I was made fun of by my peers for wanting to come see you instead of going to the mall or to a party, but I didn't care. I worked hard on my homework and read hundreds of psychology books, hoping to find something that would help you break free from Hydra once and for all. I wanted to help cure you, to make you you again. I was motivated to help you in any way that I could. Then one night, something unheard of happened; it snowed. The lab was located in a tropical climate, yet it snowed; enough to trap in for the night. I was scared of being alone in the lab, but I felt safe once I was sitting in your chamber on the worn down couch. The power had gone out and I feared for your safety, luckily the back-up generator kicked on, restoring power to your life support chamber. Under the dim glow of the lights, I was able to see you better than I could in years, I could see the faint freckles on your arm, the bags under your eyes; and in that moment, in that un- foretold snowstorm, I fell in love with you.