After the liberation of the 107th Infantry Division, Steve assembled his own unit, the Howling Commandos. This unit, of course, included Bucky, as well as Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jim Morita, Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier. Together, they fought bravely against Hydra, destroying their weapon depots and outwitting them time and again. Each victory brought hope, and every time I heard of their success, my pride in Bucky grew. In front-line footage, I often saw him, fighting and unyielding. In many of these shots, he was holding a picture of me, while Steve always carried one of Peggy. Over time, Peggy and I had grown close, like sisters, united by the shadow of a massive war. We missed our loved ones, prayed for their safe return, and gave each other strength. We stood by our men, supporting the soldiers faithfully, even though we fought far from the front—through our thoughts, our worries, and a faith that bonded us together. Peggy always brought me all the information she received as an officer, while I continued to care for injured soldiers who had managed to escape the frontlines alive.
We moved into a small house on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by a blooming garden, forests, and a peace rarely afforded during wartime. Outside, the snow glittered in the setting sun, and I had made myself comfortable with tea and a blanket by the window. The house itself radiated a rustic warmth—wooden beams on the ceiling, furniture made from warm-toned wood, soft, handwoven blankets on the sofa, and a quiet fire crackling in the fireplace. The scent of freshly brewed tea filled the air. It was a place of calm and retreat, far from the chaos of the world.
A few weeks ago, we had found a white kitten on the street. I couldn't bring myself to leave her out there, and to my surprise, Bucky loved her from the very first moment. He named her Alpine, and I thought it suited her perfectly. Alpine is curious, affectionate, and loves sitting on the windowsill, watching the world outside. Today was no exception, as she silently jumped onto the sofa's backrest and then onto the windowsill while I sipped my tea and absentmindedly gazed at the garden. She rubbed her head against my hand and purred softly. I smiled and gently stroked her as she stretched out on the cool stone.
A few minutes later, I heard the front door being unlocked, and someone entered the house. Alpine immediately ran to the door; sometimes, I wonder if she's more like a dog in a cat's body. I may have saved her, but she definitely loves Bucky more. Moments later, he entered the living room, Alpine in his arms. He looked exhausted, the toll of a long day etched on his face, his shoulders heavy with the weight he bore. But despite the fatigue, there was a familiar spark in his eyes that always touched me deeply. I could hardly wait to close the distance between us, to hold him and let all the worries I'd carried melt away. He set Alpine gently on the floor and came toward me. "Elora," he murmured softly, his voice hoarse from exhaustion but filled with warmth, as he gently pulled me into his arms. His embrace was firm and protective, as if he wanted to shield me from everything lurking outside our little sanctuary. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, and felt the weight of my worries slowly fade.
He lifted my chin and looked deeply into my eyes, as if searching for the peace we both desperately needed. "You don't know how much I've missed you," he whispered before his lips gently met mine—soft, almost like a tentative question. The touch was warm, familiar, yet full of yearning, just like every time we reunited after being apart for so long. I returned his kiss, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his presence, to know he was really here, that he was alive. Sometimes, I still think I imagined his return, that he truly had been killed by Hydra. Bucky sighed into the kiss, his hands roaming my back, tender yet filled with longing. The moment was gentle, full of unspoken words that didn't need to be said. The way he held me, the way he pressed his forehead against mine, said it all. "I missed you so much," I whispered to him as we broke the kiss for air. "I'm here," he whispered back, his lips close to my ear.
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Who the hell am I (english version)
FanficUPDATES EVERY DAY AT 5 PM! She remembers nothing. Where did she come from? What happened? How did she get here? Where is her family? In short: she doesn't know. For two years, Elora has wandered, never staying in one place for long. Always searching...
