Bucky
Legacy Name: Bucky

Snow descends from the dark night sky, so cold that it freezes through his bones. He doesn't watch them until one stubborn snowflake drifts off in a different direction from the others. Separating to be on it's on path. Only that one is not getting far but manages to hit him straight into his left eye. He doesn't blink to clear it. No, he's too drawn by something else. A bright red light flitting careful over his chest, continuing going upwards to trace over the features of his face, moving as a caress from a lovers hand.

His heart beats rapidly and quickens his step to take a sharp turn to the left, pulling his blue baseball cap lower and goes up in the large mass of shopping crowd. He watches mothers trying to keep their kids on a leash, couples scraping food for a romantic dinner, and elderly people walking in a slow pace while remembering the ingredients needed for tonight with loud chatter.

Seemly having lost his trail he stops at the small cozy stall that's growing on him and picks up a few plums, avocados, and beets for tonight. His eyes wander further to over the foods stalled out, inviting him to pick up a piece of salmon too along with rosemary and lemon like his ma made. He pays the owner with cash, and stashes everything in his backpack.

On his left side an older man stops next to him, staring him right in his eyes with a curious look on his careful hidden arm. The blue in his eyes remind him some how of Steve. He's a veteran. He could have been the old man if he didn't fall in the hands of H...

His mind drifts off to a big house surrounded by land, five or six children all grown up sitting with him on the porch and having bratty grant children to prank him. It's the story he told often his ma who always gave her him her ear. Clearing his mind the old man is still watching him in curiosity. He nods once in salute and continues his path further.

In the corner of his eye he sees another movement.

He hasn't forget about her.

His eyes trace along the widows of the large building on right. It has a perfect view over the whole market place but too oblivious. He would have chosen the building on the end of the block, more places to hide in the darkness. Walking further he tilts his head upwards and that's exactly where he finds her for the second time.

The red dot returns on his chest, blinking a few times. It's a message meant for him. The dot follows with each step and turn he takes. Normally he would run but this time he knows the person behind the trigger....Because he's the one who trained her how to hold a riffle.

His head is still scrambled, memories buried deep and hanging around him in clouds he can't reach. He does remember her. It took him a damn while before he did. Natalia or Natasha she calls herself in the current days. She had been the one person to make him feel human.

Bucky looks right up in the direction of the scope, revealing his face to her with a tiny smile playing on his lips. He doesn't see her directly but she's up there. His eyes follows the lines of the building, each window to find her position. A tiny red light blinking rapidly twice on the upper right window catches his attention, finding her for the third time.

She's barely visible with the moon light shining on the glass but he can make out very few of her features, some of the wavy spills of her red hair escaped underneath her black hoody. Her riffle is resting on a makeshift shelf, green eyes watching him through her scope, blinking the red dot in a code they used in the past.

Hello James.

The corner of his lips move further upwards in a big smile, his heart skipping a beat for a split second as a welcoming warmth runs through his cold veins. He wants to go to her but she would be long gone before he would arrive without leaving a trail behind for him to follow.

It would be too dangerous.

His lips curl into a grin, knowing she can see him. Taking another step closer, seeing her more visible he locks his eyes into her green ones. He won't be able to live the life he dreams about. It's one of the things he had to give up. His hand gives a short sign for her to follow as she packs up her gear.

But there are plenty of other lives he can live together with Natasha.

She always amazes him.


Profile by Paula | Overlay by Choco | Humanoid by Lavabeast | bg created from a wallpaper by wallpaperswide.com | story by Chansey | Bucky is a fanpet for Bucky Barnes from Marvel.