Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes
ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ : sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴇs : ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ
we loved with a love that was more than love. ― Edgar Allan Poe
It was supposed to be a routine mission for the Winter Soldier but complications arose in the form of a man in a metal suit whom uttered out a name, hauntingly familiar. Bucky. In his fragmented mindscape bellowed violent winds of memories from a life that felt to be his own and yet so distant that it couldn’t be his. Violating by inquiring about the tincan man, only did it earn him the wipe of memories but with every blink memories transgressed flickered into his mind. He couldn’t control as every blink brought the past to life where his dreariest of his darkest fears seep out in a ghostly breath. Hand to hold him into the abyss as it so seemed. Pain that tried to reverse the blanks in his mind, failed.
