Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

47. Remembrance**

Warning: Mention of physical, and sexual abuse.

Z A H R A J E N K I N S

"I can't believe I wrote you this much." Bucky says, a little bit horrified as we both sit at my bay window cuddled up together as I flick through the letters he had written for me when he went away for a year. "You must've been so bored reading these." He chuckles softly, his arm around my shoulders.

"I adored you." I replied back, glancing my eyes up towards his blue ones.

"Your the first person to say that." James commented, placing a delicate kiss on my forehead.

I take a moment to sulk in this moment, my eyes always catching his blue ones. I don't know what captivated me with his eyes, the colour just reminds me of the uncharted depths of the ocean, and that's when i realised that it's possible to drown in blue eyes and i don't care as long as James is there to save me in the end.

Behind his blue uncharted eyes underneath all of it's allure hides a young man holding so much in so sure with everything around him yet so insecure. His words are like an enchantment, like his own weapon acting out, i fall for his words. I give in and i let him.

I trace my eyes over his face, expression softening as i outline his jaw line with my eyes and how his stubble tinkles me when he kisses me. I take in the man before me as if i am only seeing him for the first time, i smile into myself that i didn't even overthink when Natasha came to visit me that day on the farm. I knew at that moment i was ready, i just needed a little push.

My hands come up to cup his cheeks, eyes flickering between my allured ones as i whisper so delicately that I'm surprised he heard me, "Your so gorgeous."

I watch as his eyes dilute at my statement, his own hands coming up towards his own face to grab my hands, i glance back into his eyes. I noticed his cheeks turning pink, i think he was blushing for the third time that i've seen. The blush colour appearing on his face, instantly brought a smile uncontrollably on to my face, even if i was embarrassed at what i said.

"No one has definitely never called me gorgeous before." He says in gentle seriousness, his eyes looking so beautiful with the city lights reflecting into my room.

"Why?" I questioned, tilting my head in how a beautiful man like James wouldn't be called gorgeous.

"Because.." He shakes his head, gripping my wrists gently. "I'm not."

My fingertips roll into my palm, touching James' hand on my wrist so softly. I look at him still in a hazy mind of my own as to why he would think such a thing about himself. The feeling in my chest was nothing but warmth as i stare seriously into his eyes.

"I think you're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen in my life." I replied easily, giving him a soft meaningful smile, slowly removing my hands from his gentle grip as i move them forward towards his hand, warm spread through my fingers at his touch.

My hand engulf his to show him that i am seriously, i bring his hand up towards my lips and placed a soft kiss upon it. His innocent blue eyes watch my every movement with enchanting eyes, "Really?" He spoke in an innocent voice that had a bit of hope in it, his eyes attached to mine like he was dying for an answer now.

I bite my lip and smile harder. "Yes, I do."

He blushes once again.

My gaze softens, "I'll never stop calling you that. I'll prove to you how beautiful you are."

"How?" He whispers.

"By showing you, how you make me feel everyday."

"What's that?"