James Buchanan Barnes

It was beginning to drive her crazy. Peggy Carter was a good spy. But evidently her ghost was better. He was always there and she knew that, but for weeks she couldn’t spot more than a quick glimpse. She wouldn’t see him until he decided to reveal himself.

And then one day he did. She knew him immediately. Turning back, she saw him. Breath came faster. This isn’t possible.

“James?” 

      She changed. She was still very much herself but she changed, as did everyone who found themselves in the year after being born to fight the Second World War. Yet, looking at her felt like war was just yesterday. Like they never left.

She was being followed. She knew that. It was concerning, especially given that she could only catch the quickest glimpse of her shadow no matter how she tried. Certainly she was discombobulated by this new era, but she was a spy damn it. She should be able to catch a tail, at least should be able to see more than the fact that he was a man. At first Peggy was tense constantly. But he never approached, wasn’t constantly around, and he didn’t seem to do much but observe. He was her ghost and she began to refer to him as such in her head.

      It was her.

      It was definitely her.

      But how? How was she still this young? He knew she knew about him. He wasn’t dumb, he could see her attempts of catching him. Their game lasted for weeks, with him trying to be nothing but a shadow, a ghost, a tail until he was completely sure he wasn’t following someone random, someone who resembled her. He didn’t want to believe his mind was playing tricks.

      Stealth was one of Bucky’s fairly best traits after all this time, even with one mechanical arm. When he saw a familiar brunette on the street one day, he knew he had to put his skills to use. He remembered her face too well, the curve of her body, her walk, her traits. He was going to see if she was yet another ghost or a real glimpse of the past. He was.

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 the  redhead  thought,  that  the  young  man  might  be   annoyed  by  her,  that  he  didn’t  want  her  to  stay  for  too  long,  that  he  was  just  polite  when  he  invited  her  to  come  inside.   but  when  he  also  invited  her  to  stay  for  dinner,  that  already  smelled  so  delicious,  emerald  eyes  looked  up  to  meet  his,  she  smiled  lightly.  ❛  can  I  help  you  with  anything  ?  I’d  love  to  stay,  it  would  be  just  disappointing  to  smell  something  as  delicious  as  this   &   then  end  up  with  some  microwave  stuff  at  home   ❜   a  smile  on  her  lips,  she  stepped  a  little  closer,  over  to  him,  wanted  to  help  him  with  something.  she  got  what  he  said,  but  she  simpy  ignored  it,  maybe  she  could  make  these  shadows  underneath  his  eyes  fade  away.  THAT  WAS  HER  NEW  GOAL.