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In a dystopian universe, individuals cannot experience color until they meet their soulmate. Black and white is solely what familiarizes them. A burst of color explodes the world around them when facing their ki...
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A day before in Berlin.
He desires the security of his girl. Days of searching for the dangerous man, they came to the unsettling conclusion of nothing. It was frazzling.
"He's not here." Steve exasperatedly breathes.
Natasha eyes him, "It's been two days. We just have one more day to find him. Then the CIA will interfere."
"But we've followed all the leads." The captain firmly states, shield in hand, while scanning the area.
The redhead shakes her head, thoroughly drained and frustrated, "Well, we must be missing something because this isn't getting us anywhere."
Anxiety fills him, it is alarming. He could not help the thought. "Unless..."
Steve's crestfallen expression meets Natasha's look of perplexity, "we're exactly where he wants us to be."
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Her name is a whisper against his lips, almost a hymn. He yearns to praise her, worship her, the beautiful beaut making him feel. The captivation of his soul, previously toyed by enemies, was through her succession.
She blinks, leisurely gaining consciousness. The space is transparent through her orbs as she opens them at a snail-like pace. Although the location is clearer, it is unknown.
His face inserts her perception. Unable to help himself, a digit tenderly strokes her cheek. Tranquil, serene, nirvana. An ache to stay in his arms forever overflows her.
Wrong, yet so right.
An additional profile comes into view. Extraordinary that the former assassin seems to lose his sleuthing skills when near her, unaware of the world's state when with her. She whispers to James, "On your left..."
Suddenly, James is pinning the figure against the wall. Eyes spilling with fury, rage, and utter wrath. "Give me one hell of a reason not to kill you right now."
"I didn't mean to hurt her." Zemo is spluttering out.
"Then why are you here?"
Zemo smirks beneath Bucky's gaze, "I won't kill her, but you will. Soldat."
The simple Russian term washes the color off of Bucky's face. Memories of brainwashing flooding him, his precious mind experimented on, shifting him into a murderous terrorist. "No..." Bucky refuses to acknowledge the circumstance.
Zemo vocalizes the hazardous trigger words, activating his winter soldier mode.
author's note: do any of y'all know how to make gifs genuinely work on wattpad? whenever i attempt to put in a gif within these chapters it doesn't work, that's the only reason why it takes me so long to post these chapters. i have the whole chapter written out, but the gif never ends up working and it's the most frustrating thing ever. i think they just hate bucky.
