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ʞɔʌℲ Em...

You'd be surprised how many people you look up to were told why they couldn't achieve their goals, pursue passions, or become who it is they saw themselves becoming.

You're too young. You're too old. You're too short. You're too tall. You're too skinny. You're too fat. You're not attractive enough. You're too attractive. You're the wrong color. You're the wrong religion. You're the wrong gender. You're too smart. You're too dumb.

And the list goes on, but can I tell you something?

FUCK THEM and their reasons, their unnecessary pessimism, and their limited beliefs they cast upon you, because it was cast upon them.

Come Wind, Come Weather Chapter 63: Ice - February 4, 1945 (AO3)

“Are you kidding? That’s the easy part.” she said. She’d tucked her hair into many a cap helping her father on the farm. It was not a practice her mother knew about, and she would never tell. Bucky went to the bars again, grabbing hold and tugging. The metal groaned where the locking mechanism dug into the concrete.

“I don’t think they planned to keep us in here this long.” he said, pulling again. He put his foot up against the door, trying to leverage his weight and his strength as he pulled. Dust rained down over him, but the bar remained in place. “Fuck!” he said, shaking out his arm. Lu went to him, running loving hands over the muscles of his arm. She wished she could get his arm back for him, wished she’d been able to find it in the river.

But maybe she could still help.

“Let me try.” she said, going to where he stood before.

(from the beginning) (AO3)

“most of the intelligence community don’t believe they exist. Those that do...call them the summer and winter soldiers.”

                    “so they’re ghosts?”

“best start believing in ghost stories, rogers. you’re in one.”

It was supposed to be a fairytale romance, a soldier and the army nurse. But the war took away everything except for the bond between them. And while this is a love story, it is also a story about pain, and loss, and the ghosts left behind. Peace follows war, just as Winter follows Summer. 

Come Wind, Come Weather Chapter 4: Wrong - May 31, 2014 (AO3)

He dragged the man out of the water, depositing him on the shore of the river. By his count, he had three bullet wounds and a stab wound, not to mention the fractures he’d sustained from the fall. He was still breathing, but he would need medical attention soon. Winter was confident he would get it. He glanced up at a nearby building, knowing Summer would be there, watching. He could see the sun glinting off the yellow of her hair. He nodded in her direction, and a blink later, she was gone. She’d meet him down here, at their extraction point. They were supposed to make sure this man was dead, but Winter knew, somewhere in his broken brain, that he needed to stay alive. 

Something was knocked loose, he’d known that as soon as he woke from his brief stint of unconsciousness thanks to the man. Winter didn’t know what was right anymore, but he knew something about this mission was wrong. Something - someone - was compromised. It might be him. It might be Summer. It might be the commanding officer. Either way, he knew that the best course of action was a tactical retreat. He needed information, and he needed to gather it himself, lest it be contaminated. 

But his biggest problem was going to be Summer.

omg thank you??? i’ve started mapping out the timeline for her story and it’s giving me a HEADACHE but i love her so MUCH

so lu is very tough, no-nonsense, badass army nurse on the outside. she deals with soldiers of all ages and sizes and does NOT put up with their mess. she deals with doctors that are alcoholics or idiots or misogynistic and will NOT give in to their advancements. she was at pearl harbor, for goodness sake.

but put her with a soldier who’s life she saved, who kept her alive through torture in a hydra bunker, who limped through a hospital in the dead of night to find her and make sure she’s okay, and she immediately panics because feelings?? for her?? and she feels them back?? no this can’t be real this isn’t a thing she’s spent the past few years putting these walls around herself and this asshole sergeant just…walks right through them like he owns the place. takes up residence in her heart. calls her his home.