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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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"I want you to understand that this is truly nothing personal." Zemo stood up, pacing the room, "You are only collateral damage to the plan, just like how my family was. Your friends know about that, I'm sure that they will understand."
"Bucky, I know you're in there. Don't do this, please, come back to me."
An empty stare, along with hoarse dialogue, "Don't talk to me, I don't know who you are."
"Such a fascinating turn of events. His wife and his best friend. It's almost... pathetic, really." Zemo smirked, "But it does make things a lot more interesting." She scoffed, making the soldier tense. "Now, soldier," Zemo confirmed.
The glock in the soldier's hand pointed toward her, glossy orbs bored into his. His eyes morphing into a new shade of his shining blue, overpowering his current brewing of emotions—dark and haunted. Almost hallow, screaming out for deliverance.
"Please don't do this, it's me." She sobbed. "Bucky..."
The gentle burning in her chest gradually turned to poison. Ironic. The love that poisoned her is about to physically destroy her.
Something within himself snapped, woken up from a trance. Hypnotized or brainwashed? He could not sense the distinction; maybe there was none. The voice was oddly familiar, he could not place it, yet it echoed within his hallow mind. Perhaps it was not hallowed, possibly reprogramming itself to be better.
He uttered her name, though it appeared to sound like a question. Perhaps questioning why he must constantly place himself in terrible predicaments such as this. A recurrence of wrong place, wrong time.
His being consisted of endless questioning with no true answer.
"Do it!" Zemo ushered.
"No." With a boom and a snap, Zemo fell on the floor, unconscious.
She was beaming, staring into his eyes that bloomed a smidgen of life. "Bucky?" Heaven. Her voice was oozing milk and honey, the sweetest things in life. Though, the pain was overflowing between them like a river. Mountains grew, flourishing trees with branches, and breathing life. Is this the afterlife? Since when did heaven make one feel so alive?
His hands possessed the desire to hold, suddenly. Contemplation of should I? I'm frightened. Flesh acquainted itself with her features, tracing her lips and cheek. Delicate and shaking.
Don't be afraid. I'm right here. She leaned in.
Their lips met halfway, a wildfire of emotions gathered in their mouths. Tongue, teeth, and lips chased each other. Unable to breathe, as if the struggling of their breaths gave them oxygen.
The calm came subsequent the storm once she paused, resting her forehead against his. "You're back."
author's note: i feel bad that bucky has to constantly question everything in his life, it's the saddest and most heartbreaking thing and it was expressed the most in this chapter.
also, can you tell that i've been reading too much rupi kaur?? lol.
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