#cortavida

Bucky jumped as arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around him. He let out a soft groan as he heard a familiar soothing voice, one who had chased him through time. “Death.” He greeted quietly. He looked down at the Hawaiian shirt and frowned. “I feel like you’ve seen worse.” He rolled his eyes, not bothering to turn around. “You know I’m not middle age, I’m past that.”

“There’s only a few people I like singing to me and a stranger ain’t one of them.” Bucky huffed, ignoring the weird sensation going through his body. He shuddered as he studied the stranger, trying to find out if they were the reason for his bad feelings. “What tumble? I didn’t take a tumble.”