This is me spoiling myself!! It's my birthday people!! I'm 16!! Happy Birthday to mee!
Ok... these little flashback moments, the small memory moments between WinterWidow are killing me! I am falling in love... Don't worry, though, I'm not going to do the love triangle route. This story is Romanogers...
So... I used Yandex translate instead of Google Translate. I don't know if the words are correct. Sorry if they're wrong...
Lyrics belong to Melanie Martinez, Cry Baby
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You're all on your own and You lost all your friends You told yourself that It's not you, it's them
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Steve's heart pounds hard in his chest, as he watches a helicopter fly ahead. They're probably looking for them, he reasons. They have taken refuge in an abandoned warehouse, hoping the authorities will assume they will go farther away.
"Hey, Cap!"
The blonde turns around at the sound of Sam's voice, jogging over toward him. He immediately catches sight of Bucky moving around in the next room. His sky-blue irises scan over him, eyeing him carefully.
Bucky groans, struggling to open his eyes, as he uses his free hand to push himself up. He notices his metal arm trapped under some type of machine. He glances around, eyes scanning for threats. The brunette gaze lands on the blonde-haired man, freezing as memories emerge.
"Steve..."
"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asks carefully.
"Your mom's name was Sarah," Bucky mutters in a low voice, almost as if he is remembering. He glances up at Steve before dropping his gaze weakly to the floor, as he chuckles weakly. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."
Steve breathes, as relief curses through him. "Can't read that in a museum."
Sam scoffs, looking at them in disbelief, "Just like that we're supposed to be cool?"
"What did I do?" Bucky gulps, asking through gritted teeth.
