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You were - Y/N Pierce, Alexander Pierce’s daughter - but unlike your father you didn't want to be part of Hydra - but you were forced to know Hydra. As the Winter Soldier - he was always told to watch over you and made sure you didn't escape like you tried countless times already.

Now once again, the Winter Soldier found her. . . he always found her. . .

“So, what now? You gonna drag me back kicking and screaming again?” You asked - a little irritation in your voice. The Winter Soldier remained silent - studying her from a distance. His expression was neutral - but his gaze was fierce and intense.

He looked her over once again - his eyes scouring over your appearance. He was seemingly looking for something - but it was hard to tell what.

He took a step forward - his stride confident and measured.

"Sit."

He only repeated.

“What are you going to do, Blue?”

You ask him with a sigh. You had hated always calling him Soldat or the Winter Soldier, like your father and Hydra did - so you always stuck with calling him Blue, because of his blue eyes. He didn’t remember his own name - and no one would tell him or you either. . .and you wanted to make him feel just a little human. . .

He cocked his head slightly at the nickname - considering it for a few moments before deciding to allow it. You sighed realizing they had wiped his mind clean yet again - as he had seemingly forgotten the name.

“I intend to take you back to base” He said calmly - “Do cooperate..”

“. . .So what actually happens if I don’t cooperate?” You asked.

“I will be forced to use physical force to restrain you and transport you to our base” He answered.

The Winter Soldier’s voice was cool and detached - but he was still assessing you, as if weighing his options.

“What if I don’t want to return?!”

You crossed your arms.

He glanced at you sharply - eyes narrowing.

“You will  obey your father.”

He said forcefully.

“I can have a life here, Blue. I don’t want to go back to my father!" 

You glared.

“He is still your father, Y/N!” He said coldly - and you realize this is probably the most he has ever spoken to you. “And it is your duty to do as he says. You may think you have a life here, but that life is not yours. You belong to your father. You belong to HYDRA.” He continued.

“I don’t belong to anyone! I want nothing to do with my father, or Hydra!" 

You snap - holding your ground, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you unless deemed necessary.

His face was stony and his expression still, but you could hear the ice and frost beneath his words. 

“I am afraid, Y/N - your opinion does not matter. Your father is a high-ranking HYDRA official and he expects you back at his side. Your life belongs to HYDRA, whether you like it or not.” “I’m not coming!”

You said - glaring and balling your hands into fists. “Then I will bring you back by force!” 

He said, standing up from his seat.

He looked straight at you, eyes like ice -  “And I suggest you do not try to resist me, you have no chance of winning.” You glare before turning back and running. The Winter Soldier's eyes narrowed as he watched you run away. He stood up straight and ran after her - gaining ground quickly.

He wasn’t going to let her escape - you belonged to HYDRA and he was going to make sure you got back to where you belonged. You ran down the stairs of the apartment building trying to get away from him.

He continued chasing her, his steps getting closer and closer. He was gaining ground quickly, his speed was unparalleled.

He didn't know how much longer till he caught you - but he wasn't going to let up. You quickly run out the emergency exit and shut the door on him - locking it back in - momentarily forgetting he was a super soldier with a metal arm. The door was shut to his face - leaving him standing on the other side. He let out a low growl - angry at her.

Swiftly using the metal arm he began pounding on the door. His metal fist was louder than any knock you had ever heard, echoing through the building. The door couldn't hold out for long.

You kept running down the back alleyways.

The Winter Soldier continued pounding on the door - his knuckles leaving small dents in the metal hinges. He let out a low growl in his throat - annoyed that he was having to chase after you.

Once the door finally gave way - he stepped through the doorway and looked around, scanning the alleyways for you. You curse at your damn luck as you managed to run right into drunkards and shady men high on drugs.

The Winter Soldier’s eyes narrowed and he took notice of his surroundings.

There was a group of drunk men sitting around in the alleyway - obviously waiting to ambush someone.

He paused - deciding whether or not to attack the men to get you out of the alleyway, or letting you deal with the situation yourself.

“Why, hello there, gorgeous. . .”

One of them slurs - stepping towards you and you immediately stepped back.

The Winter Soldier saw one of the men approach you - and it didn't take much to figure out what his intentions were.

The man was eyeing her up like a wolf eyes its prey - his eyes roaming all over your body.

The Winter Soldier had half a mind to kill him on the spot - but he held back, for now.

“Awe, it’s ok - you look like you could use a little fun!”

He laughs -  the other men laughing too as he steps closer and closer to you.

You grit your teeth balling your fists.

The Winter Soldier felt his blood boil inside of him as the men surrounded you.

All laughing and joking - their comments getting more depraved and vile with every passing moment.

He took a deep breath -  trying to stay calm and level headed. But he was getting closer and closer to losing his temper.

The moment the drunkard tried to grab you - you immediately reacted and knocked him off balance, using the skills you were taught and trained with.

The drunken man stumbled back - dropping a glass bottle that shattered on the ground.

The other men laughed at their friend’s expense - but he quickly got back to his feet and they began to surround you again.

You glare as they surround you. You were no super soldier, you couldn’t take them all at once - but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try. The men surrounded her, their laughs turning cruel and menacing. 

They began to circle around you - their eyes leering at you.

They didn’t care if you were  innocent or not - all they wanted was to have their way.

Their eyes were cold and hungry - like wolves salivating over their prey. Instantly you tried to fight them off trying to watch your sides with every kick and punch.

But what you hadn’t excepted - was for one of them to grab your hair from behind and try to knock a punch to your face.

The moment they tried take her at once - and the man raised his first for a punch, you scream for the Winter Soldier

“BLUE!”

The Winter Soldier’s face immediately changed when you cried out the nickname. 

He instantly appeared by your side - punching one man in the face and knocking him to the ground.

The other men backed off - shocked after the sudden appearance of the man out of nowhere.

He stood before you now - his back toward you - shielding you from the drunkards who had been attempting to grab you. The men were now wary of him - seeing the extent of his strength and skills - the metal arm included.

You gulped watching the Winter Soldier protect you and just hid behind him - tired and out of breath from your own fight.

The Winter Soldier stood still - his face stoic and emotionless as he stared down the drunkards.

His intimidating presence was enough to have run out the alleyway. With a final glare at you - the men backed away and ran.

You watched as they immediately scrambled away.

The last drunken man disappeared down the alleyway, leaving only the two of them there.

The Winter Soldier waited for a moment - his eyes scanning the alleyway, watching for any sudden movement. After a while - he turned towards you and looked down at you with his expression unchanged.

“Are you hurt?” 

He asked - his voice still cold and detached.

You blinked - that was the first time he asked you that and you shake you head - slightly surprised.

“Thanks . . .”

You said.

“. . .but you’re still gonna take me back to my father aren’t you?”

You then asked - after a moment passed of them just staring at you.

He remained silent for a moment - as if contemplating your question.

“Yes”

He said finally, his voice still cold and detached.

His eyes were still set upon you -  but his voice had changed. You could almost felt like you could see his inner conflict.

“I don’t wanna go back, Blue!”

You said - almost begging.

“Your choices are either to come with me voluntarily. . .or you risk being dragged back by force.*”

His voice - becoming cold and emotionless again 

“I don't wish to harm you but if you continue with your insubordination -  I’ll be forced to use force to get you to comply. Это понятно?”

He asks - if you understood in Russian.

“No!” You glared.

The Winter Soldier only remained still and stared straight at her with that cold gaze. His tone was still emotionless. 

“You’re still refusing orders I see. Now - you leave me no choice.”

The Winter Soldier leaned forward - and his voice dropped a small level below the monotone and emotionlessness it had before.

“Do you need to be dragged back by force? Is this the route you are choosing?”

He asks - low and dangerous.

You tried to run again - but your attempt to get away was stopped this time when he grabbed your wrist in a tight grip. His grip was incredibly powerful from the super strength he was granted from the serum that was injected into him.

He looked her in the eye and said nothing - instead, letting his icy blue eyes do the talking for him.

“You won't wanna do this!”

You said - struggling against his grip.

“You’re being rather stubborn - you’re my mission and I must return you!”

His grip tightened around your wrist - he was now gripping harder, showing you his power.

“So I will ask yet again. Are you going with me voluntarily?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Blue, please. . .look they are only gonna wipe your mind again!”

You said - trying to see if there was any hope to connect with the man underneath the brainwashing and mind control.

He stayed still and silent as you tried to talk to him. 

His grip on you held tight - he didn’t  even blink once as he listened to you.

But still - his blue eyes remained cold, devoid of any emotion - and his voice remained as emotionless and monotone as it could ever get. 

“Your attempts at swaying me will fail.” 

He said bluntly.

You sigh - eventually accepting your fate and stopping fighting him.

”I’m glad you’ve realized that I’m not one to be swayed by your words. Now - you’re going to come with me -and I will finish my mission.” 

The Winter Soldier slowly turns slowly - his grip on your wrist; keeping hold of you.

He began to drag you back.

“I really don’t like you right now, Blue. . .”

You grumble as you were forced to follow him.

“Your opinions of me are of no concern to me. My sole purpose and mission is to retrieve you and bring you back.”

His grip around your wrist didn’t tighten as he dragged you towards the transport vehicles where Hydra personnel were waiting. 

This wasn't the first time he had returned her back to Hydra. And - it probably wasn't the last time either.

You always wondered why he came back for you – you were Alexander Pierce’s daughter after all. You were once even called as Hydra’s daughter by your father’s men.

But unlike your father you didn't want to be part of Hydra – but you were forced to know Hydra, including the Winter Soldier.

Little did you know, the blue-eyed man before you remembered as the Winter Soldier, he told to watch over you and made sure you didn't escape from Hydra like you tried countless times.

It was like you were something constant – something different than the usual assassinations he was tasked with.

You father was dead – yet you weren’t sure how to feel about that, he was your only family after all – though he did put Hydra above you.

Once the man was freed from the mind control and for whatever reason he had broken into your father’s house helped her escape and went on the run together.

You had known the moment he stepped in – he wasn’t Blue anymore.

He was the man behind those blue eyes again – still he seemed to be refusing to tell you his real name.

“So. . . you going to tell me your real name or do I keep calling you, Blue?” She asked – as he places the packet of bread on the small table in tiny rundown apartment you were sharing.

You had hated always calling him Soldat or the Winter Soldier, like your father and Hydra did - so you always stuck with calling him Blue, because of his blue eyes. He didn’t remember his own name - and no one would tell him or you either. . .and you wanted to make him feel just a little human. . .

He looked up giving you a once over – as if still debating inside him whether to trust you or not.

To be honest the only reason you were was because of him anyways.

You were almost certain he was going to brush you off again.

But then you heard a small mutter.

“Bucky. . .”

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You disguised yourself the best you could, wearing one of Bucky’s baseball caps – as you looked around the market stalls, trying to follow him.

You were always annoying him – that’s for sure. He had specifically instructed you to stay at the apartment but you clearly hadn't.

“Y/N you shouldn't be here. You’re not supposed to be out without my permission.”

He sounds annoyed.

“I deserve to at least see the sun, Bucky!”

You scowled at his behavior.

“I get it. . . But we can't let anyone find the either of us!”

He sighs.

“The only reason you’re not in the base is because it's me babysitting you.”

He mutters.

“You’re not babysi-“

You tripped over something because of your vintage heeled boots as you tried to follow – needing to hold onto Bucky in case you fell face flat on the ground.

You sighed – knowing he was gonna be mad.

“I told you not to wear those heels!”

He glared – now mad with you.

“Oh, I’m sorry – I didn’t exactly get to stop by at home to grab shoes before going on the run!”

You answered sarcastically.

“Don’t talk back to me. I’m only looking out for you. You really need to take more precautions!”

He warned.

You knew he was mad.

“I cannot go bare feet!”

You still stubbornly scowled –  knowing what he was picking at how you failed to escape multiple times during their time in Hydra and how he as the Winter Soldier always dragged her back kicking and screaming.

“Well, at the light’s still there, princess!

He grumbles and grabs you by the wrist. He pulls her along with a grumpy looking glare.

“We don’t have time for this. I have to keep you safe!”

He mutters, that was something he always said – but Bucky himself didn’t know why he was keeping you safe.

He didn’t know he came running to you – when he was freed from the mind control.

But here you were now.

You simply rolled your eyes and followed him to a farmers’ market.

He glances over at you.

“Why can’t you just listen to me for a change!”

Bucky sounded exhausted and anxious – he walks fast with you still holding your hand and you were trying to keep up with his pace.

Once again – stubborn as ever you didn't answer. The farmers’ market was large, with lots of stands and stalls, some selling fruit, spices/herbs, meat, or vegetables, others selling handmade crafts.

You easily got distracted with handmade crafts and toys.

Bucky looked – noticing how you got easily distracted, he just sighs an tries to not get annoyed.

He notices as your eyes were filled wonder, even glancing at your hair too.

You seem to have a soft, sweet face with the eyes of an angel.

“Why cant you just stay focused for once Y/N. . .”

He said – being a hypocrite as he found himself, getting distracted by you.

Before his eyes dart around nervously as they search for any threats. He seems on edge – always looking around as he looks for Hydra members or even agents.

He then went over to the fruit vendors – still keeping a close eye on you while spoke in Romanian trying buy a few plums for you and him.

You then picked up a little wooden carved wolf smiling at it as Bucky looks at the fruits.

Bucky glares at you – you smile and your beauty makes him stop and stare for a few moments.

“Y/N, put that down. We don't have time for that.”

He said – now coming back over to you.

“I told you we're on the run and we can’t risk letting the enemy find either of us.”

He whispers – now close enough only you could hear him.

You sighed, a small pout on your lips as you put back the carved wolf.

Then spots a grumpy unhappy looking plushie bear.

“Oh look! It's you!”

You said – picking up the blue grumpy looking plushie bear.

“Put that down you brat! We don’t have time for this!”

He looks at you – there was a look of annoyance and frustration.

Bucky was also nervous as he looks for any signs of a threat – and he glances at the plushie.

He thinks of it as a waste of time.

“I’m buying it!”

You said to Bucky.

“No, you aren't. Put it down. It’s a waste of good money!”

He tries to reach for the plushie to take it from you.

“It’s not wasting if I love it!”

You said – cradling it protectively close.

“It is also wasting since we’re on the run and it’s not the time for toys!”

He seems annoyed as he tries and snatch the plushie bear away from her.

 “Ooo, ok blue bear, I’m gonna call you Bucky!"

You hugged the plushie bear.

“Stop it you brat! You are so annoying!”

Bucky said annoyed – but he thinks you looked adorable.

Though it made him roll his eyes – when she insisted call a plushie by his name.

You just held it protectively close.

“Give it to me!”

Bucky tried to forcefully take it from you.

You held it protectively – “no!”

You scowled.

Bucky tried to take the plushie away, he grabs the plushie’s arm as he tries to force it away from you as you tried to protect it.

 “Give it here kid!”

“I’m 25, not a kid!”

You argued – though it seemed hilarious right now.

“You are acting like one.”

He glares at you – still holding onto the plushie’s arm as he refuses to give it to you.

“No!”

You said again.

It was then Bucky spots a few familiar looking agents up ahead behind her.

Bucky seems to pause – then glances again over at the agents, who are still unaware of their presence.

He looks back at you.

“We need to get out of here!”

He tries to move you in a direction, but you were still holding onto the stupid plushie.

You frowned looking behind yourself – your eyes widened and she froze seeing the familiar Hydra general blending in with the crowd in casual clothes as he and his men were seemingly looking for them.

Bucky grabs the plushie, tossing it aside – then grabs your hand and pulls you in a different direction.

He is now trying to act fast as he leads you away from the general and agents. He seems to be on edge as he eyes dart back and forth quickly trying to find a safe place.

"Just..."

You looked around then at Bucky – if the acted casual too blending in with the crowd, they wouldn’t be spotted.

"Blue, put your arm around me and pretend to laugh at something I said!"

You say seeing more agents – the former nickname you had for him slipping out in the mist of the situation.

Bucky has an annoyed look on his face – but he still decides to follow your plan for the moment – seeing how it made sense.

So he puts his arm around you and pretend to laugh at something you said.

“Heh. . .Heh, Heh heheh. . . Very funny. . .”

He said – and you almost had to stop from laughing out loudly yourself at how horrible that sounded.

So you simply rolled her eyes amused – seemingly their role-playing worked as the agents paid them no attention and walked past without noticing either of them.

“You need to work for on your acting skills though!”

You said – once they passed.

“I’m not an actor. I'm a super soldier, princess. . .”

He mutters – annoyed by your comment as he seems to be on edge – always looking around nervously.

“We’re still not safe. . .”

You rolled your eyes again at his former words – “anyways let’s go!”

Bucky was still seemingly on edge as he follows you.

He keeps looking behind him to see if they are still being followed.

His blue eyes were darting around nervously.

You had almost tripped onto the escalators – again because of your heeled boots.

Bucky scowling seeing almost trip again – but he still tries not to yell at you as he glares and sighs, shaking his head.

“You really need to get some new shoes, doll. . .”

He keeps his eyes darting around as he follows you.

You were going to answer – but her eyes widened as you saw a few agents taking the opposite side of the escalator – but you were crowded in you and couldn't move.

Bucky stops and freezes as he spots them too.

“Crap. . . We have to go.”

He tries pull you away in a different direction – his eyes dart around nervously as he looks for any escape routes.

The escalators were too close – you’d be spotted.

You looked around then suddenly said to Bucky – “kiss me!”

Bucky pauses and his eyes dart to you as he looks at you in disbelief.

He blinks in surprise.

 “What?”

He says confused – nervous, an unsure of what to do.

“Why?”

He says, seeming a bit skeptical of your plan.

“Physical displays of affection make people uncomfortable!”

You said blurt out – knowing the agents will look away seeing a couple kiss.

Bucky still seems unsure of it but he looks at you with the most serious expression.

He sighs and thinks about it for a second as he makes a hard decision.

“. . . Okay. . .”

He says as he slowly leans towards you to kiss you – he still has a annoyed look on his face but tries to relax.

He kisses you softly and he sighs.

He still feels annoyed about your plan – but he seems a bit relieved that they didn't get caught by the agents as he looks at you.

He’s still not sure if he likes you or not– j but he still seems to really enjoy the kiss.

You both then slowly pull away the moment the agents were out of sight.

But stops kissing you – the look of annoyance reappearing.

“You’re crazy.”

He sighs and rubs his face – “. . .I can’t believe I kissed you. . .”

“Oh please, it’s not I like just kissed Richard Madden or something!”

You grumbled sarcastically – as you reached the floor.

He looked at you with the same serious expression – but it quickly changes into a pissed off expression.

“. . .What? Richard, who?”

Bucky sounds agitated as he looks at you.

He’s not only annoyed by what you said – but the kiss. He tries to put the kiss out of his mind.

“Richard Madden. . .? The British actor. . .?” You said “You know the guy who played in Bodyguard or even prince charming in the live action Cinderella!”

“I don't care about no British actor we just kissed!”

He scoffs as he glances away angrily.

“. . .And?”

You ask – raising an eyebrow.

Bucky was shocked by your response as he looks at you in disbelief.

“You’re. . . You’re not embarrassed?”

He asks.

“Well. . . yes. . . but hey, it got us out of there!”

You said.

“. . .Right.”

He grumbles looks away as is pissed. He rubs his face in annoyance again and he just tries to forget about it.

“What?”

You ask – seeing the annoyed grumpy expression on his face.

“Nothing. . . Nothing at all. Just shut up and stop talking about Ricker Maddened.”

He grumbles – getting you both back out into streets again.

“Richard Madden.”

You corrected him.

“And – I don’t care.”

He grumbles under his breath.

You just rolled your eyes as he quickly pulled you back into the apartment – that kiss continuously replaying his mind. . .

He’d be lying if he said – the warmth of your lips against his didn’t feel good or made his heart race. . .

Perhaps, there was a reason why he came for you. . .

tagging everyone who was interested in the first part ( One more part then the story will be finished ):

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PART 1 | PART 2

But as much a Bucky tried to ignore the dancing, the music, which makes him even grumpier and uncomfortable than usual – but his fellow Merryman did not give up and dragged him towards the crowd of dancers.

Steve and the others laugh – pulling him into the dance as they sang on top of their lungs. He was now forced to dance.

The music, the noise, the crowd, he was so done with that. The other Merrymen tried to cheer him on – as they danced around him, in a circle.

He grumbles under his breath – letting out a sigh and it only got worse as the town decided to dance to the traditions and given with partners to dance with.

Bucky was now forced to find a partner. He didn't like this at all. It made him more uncomfortable as everyone danced around him with their partners.

He tried to stay isolated – but it didn't seem to work with his fellow merrymen determined to bring him into the fun of dancing.

Bucky was about to slip away again when suddenly – you – a female with pretty hair that was tied with a light blue ribbon that matched your white and light blue dress was suddenly caught in his hands.

Your exquisite dress and its intricate designs suggesting you were no village born woman – but of the nobility and Bucky was never too fold of the nobility.

Your eyes were wide as you looked into his blue eyes – as you appeared to be flushed and slightly out of breath.

Bucky’s eyes widened – but not in a good way. The only thing you managed to do was further irritate him. You were beautiful –  yes, but he had no interest in dancing with you, especially considering you were of the nobility.

“Let go of me!”

Bucky tried to pull your hands off him and back away from you – but his fellow Merrymen were having a good time laughing and watching him trying dance with you.

“No – please! Just a moment!”

You were practically begging – your eyes moving around frantically around the crowds as if trying to hide among him and the others within the dance.

Bucky looked at you – your desperate eyes – and wondered, what made you so desperate?

You looked like you were trying to avoid the attention and sights of someone.

“Just one dance! Just – lead me to the other side and I’ll be out of your hair!”

You said – then your eyes cast down noticing the feel of his hands.

One arm was flesh, the other metal.

He narrowed his blue eyes once again, as he raised an eyebrow at you.

Your words intrigued him.

“Fine – just one dance.”

He said – as some of his fellow merrymen gave a surprised look seeing him talking to you.

Perhaps there was something about you. . .

At his words – you sighed in relief and looked at him gratefully.

As he started to lead you out of the dancing crowd -the music started to sound to his ears, making him want to cringe. He looked at you but said nothing – suddenly your eyes and how you weren’t so bothered by his metal like others usually were seemed have given him ease to help forget the loud singing and music.

Why didn’t look at him strangely or with disgust like women usually did because of his metal limb? – it was odd in everyone’s eyes including his even if he had learnt to adjust to it.

Though here you were – simply dancing, following his every step without gawking at him strangely.

“Thank you. . .”

You whispered – breaking him out of his trance.

Your eyes however – were now again frantically moving amongst the crowd.

You were still a little out of breath from seeming having run for a long time.

“You seem oddly desperately trying get away from the crowd. . .”

Bucky mutters – slightly curious, his eyebrows narrowing.

Your eyes widened a little as he stated so – curious yet so confidently stating it with every step he led you with in the dance.

“No! Just. . . getting through. . .”

You mumbled.

He let out an almost humorless chuckle, though there was slight amusement in it too – when you couldn’t give him any answers as he spins you gently.

It only made him more intrigued, because you were clearly avoiding to give him answers.

“Then, may I know your name?”

He asks, now that you were once again facing him after the spin – he’d never having been intrigued by a nobility before – they were too rich and never cared for the poor people starving within the streets down from their large houses and courtyards.

You wondered for a moment if you should tell him the truth – but she have heard of Steve Rogers-Hood and his merrymen, they wouldn't harm the innocent – you only hoped despite your status in appearance you seemed innocent to him.

“. . .Y/N”

You decided to answer reluctantly.

Bucky thought for a moment when you said your name.

“Y/N. . .A beautiful name!”

He said – as he tilted his head to look at you better, seeing how easily you followed his lead, despite being strangers.

He felt like he was getting somewhere now. The more you tried to avoid the crowds – the more he wanted to find out more about you as nobles usually like to flaunt themselves in crowds.

But before you could ask anymore – his steps had led you to the otherside as you had asked initially.

“Thank you!”

You said – and before he could say anything more you had ran.

Bucky stared at you – surprised by how quickly you ran away – but held onto the pretty blue ribbon you had in your hair.

You hadn’t even noticed as it caught onto his metal untying the little bow you had the ribbon in to tie your hair away from your hair when you ran.

His blue eyes wander down to it – perhaps it was a sign. . .

Perhaps. . .he’ll see you again. . .

He looked around at the city, snowflakes falling gently to the ground. But there was no escaping it – snow meant winter. And with winter came the memory of cryo-freeze in Hydra.

Bucky’s fists clenched involuntarily. He had to get a grip – but all he could see was the white surroundings and the pain that came with them.

“Bucky! Bucky!”

Right then – you ran up to him – grinning as you quickly wrapped your arms around him, just as the first snowflakes fell around you.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he was suddenly embraced by you. He stiffened up at first – his instincts from being the Winter Soldier still strong.

But then relaxed once he recognized the familiar feeling of your arms around him – you were his light, the agent that was trusted and sent by Steve to look over and monitor his recovery in Wakanda – something tells Bucky, Steve knew you would fall in love with each other – and especially why he had asked you of all or anyone.

He hesitantly raised one arm and gently touched your hair – his metal hand trailing down your silky locks of wavy hair.

“Gotcha!”

You grin up at him.

Bucky then chuckled – still a bit surprised at your sudden appearance, but then again, he should have been you were always only within arm’s length always caring and loving him.

He gently wrapped his metal arm around you – holding you close and then again reaching with his flesh hand to gently stroking your hair.

“You really know how to make an entrance, Doll.”

He teased – his voice low and affectionate.

But you noticed, his blue eyes flickering slightly towards the falling snow, trying not to frown at it and focus on you.

You knew his fears with snow.

“You know. . . in there’s a myth in my culture – if you watch the first snow with someone, your love will be fulfilled. . .”

You smiled – explaining to him to ease his mind.

Bucky's gaze softened, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Is that right?”

He asked – a hint of playful disbelief in his tone.

He pulled you closer as the snow continued to fall – his hand gently stroking her cheek as he marvelled at you – still unable to believe someone like would choose someone traumatized and used like him.

“Well, then I’m glad I got to spend my first snowfall with you, Doll. But. . .our love is already pretty damn fulfilled, in my opinion.”

“I agree!” – You giggle.

“But it’s true – In Seoul, the communication network crashes when it’s the first snowfall of the season! It’s crazy! They’re all trying to set up dates with their crushes. Why? If they watch the first snow together their love becomes true!”

You smiled explaining to him.

The entire time – Bucky listened to your explanation with a soft small smile – completely captivated by your passion and enthusiasm.

He gently brushed your soft light bangs and leaned down to kiss your forehead.=

“Well, in that case. . .I’m grateful for this snowfall, for bringing us together. . .” – Bucky said softly – his blue eyes sparkling with affection.

“And not just because it made my very beautiful girlfriend come running out into the snow to surprise me. Though that was a nice added bonus.”

He adds – knowing you’d had come out knowing his fears with snow and you had officially changed his view of the snow into something else more beautiful with your words.

So you grin – having successfully distracted him from the trauma of the snow before nuzzling towards him.

“Me too. . .”

His heart swelling with contentment with your nuzzling.

“You know, Doll. . . I never thought I’d be the type to believe in superstitions.” – He said –  a hint of wry amusement in his tone.

“But if there’s even a chance that watching the first snow together can make our love even stronger, then I’ll take it.”

“Me too – always and forever.”

You promised.

*Bucky smiled down at Tara, gently tilting her chin up so that their eyes met.*

“Always and forever, my Darling doll. . .” – He whispered, his voice filled with love and adoration.

“You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need, and I promise to return that love with every ounce my heart.”

Bucky leaned down to kiss you deeply – pouring every bit of adoration and loyalty he felt towards you into the kiss.

“I love you. . .”

You figured against his lips.

“I love you more, doll . . .”

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You always admired from afar as he rode upon that magnificent horse.

The prince’s long hair caught against the wind – it flowed as delicately as the waters of the Teleri.

The sun rays shining on his soft skin as his blue eyes narrowed in determination as himself and his horse trusted one another with every race, jump and leap.

Every day you sat underneath the tree – you back resting against – as the prince rode his horse.

This would be the only time a simple lady like yourself can watch one of the princes of Ñolder – the first prince of Ñolofinwë.

The first-time prince Findekáno caught your eyes many moons ago – you were only a child then and you had wandered off only to find yourself stuck in a muddy pit.

No one came to your aid even as you cried for hours in that lonely field – until the little prince found you himself.

You swore he was joking when he introduced himself as a prince – almost laughing at his face.

He didn’t take it too well, having made a grumpy and pouting face at you – but nevertheless being the kind ner he was even then as a young child he tried to help you out of the muddy it you had yourself stuck in.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got himself into all sorts of mischief just to get you out – eventually he had even gotten his horse, his friendly companion, who was only a mere foal at the time and pulled you out by racing on him.

You only rarely saw him afterwards – of course he was once the princes, where did he have the time to search for clumsy nis he once helped out.

But you saw him again – and while your eyes didn’t always meet, you were happy having gotten used to watching him from afar.

Just like you were doing now – pretending to be reading when your eyes were really on prince Findekáno and his trusted companion.

You came here almost every day – just to see him – having now fallen for him for many years now.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him.

Then suddenly – his eyes met yours in a split second catching your gaze and you immediately hid your face with the book you were reading.

For a moment – you heard nothing but the wind around you as you held your breath.

You frowned – not hearing a sound and figured you had imagined the scenario.

So slowly you peeked from the book – you frowning seeing no sign of the prince of his horse.

You looked around the field – but nothing, it was as if he had only just vanished.

Then – you got up placing your book back in your little basket as you got up – dusting your dress, still confused as to where the prince silently disappeared to.

You were too focused on trying to find prince Findekáno – you had suddenly missed your footing, slipping against the mud.

Just as you fell – suddenly you heard a horse neighing and a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind simultaneously, instantly being pulled up – breaking your fall so you do not hurt yourself.

For a moment – you only felt the rush of air and heard the pounding of hooves.

Slowly then you blinked your eyes open nervously – shocked to find yourself on the back of the beautiful horse that belonged to the prince you secretly loved.

You tensed – feeling your back pressed up against the prince.

The heat rushed to your cheeks as you heard his breathy amused chuckles from behind.

“It seems you’re still as clumsy – I may need to save you every time, my little damsel in distress.”

You heard – light heartedly teasing you.

You turned knowing meeting his eyes – the dimples on his cheeks making your heart flutter.

“Forgive me, prince Fi-”

But you cut yourself off – listening to his words as he kept riding his horse with you in front.

“…Every time?”

You frowned – looking at him again.

He smiled playfully and politely at you – and slowly rode into a gentle stop.

“Well, he and I haven’t forgotten our first rescue.”

The prince grins at you.

It was then you noticed how the horse was reacting to you – the stallion was quite calm in your presence, in fact he didn’t seem startled or nervous like horses usually were with strangers.

He slowly reaches up – turning its head allowing you to brush through his mane.

“He remembers you. . .as do I. . .”

Prince Findekáno tells you gently.

Your eyes widened as he spoke – looking at him shocked at a prince like him would remember you out of all people. . . ?

“My lady, why do you look very surprised to hear my words?”

He smiles at you – a small smirk hiding too.

“I did not. . .well it was many moons ago, my prince. . .”

“Perhaps – yet you did not forget me, you watched me every day and never approached me again – I must say that wounds me so.”

Prince Findekáno says to you.

“Well. . .you’re a prince and I. . .well I. . .”

“- A fair maiden worthy of many things. . .”

He finishes – a sincerity in his tone that speaks volumes for his well upbringing.

“You think so, my prince?

You blushed.

“Yes – I ought to do so. . .”

He says – and you believed then – taking the chance to now see him from up close that far away.