"I'm with ya 'til the end of the line."
The man, his mission's, words still rang in the Winter Soldier's head. He watched the man lie unconscious on the river's shore. When the man had said that, he couldn't follow through with the mission. He'd saved Captain America's life by dragging him out of the river. Why, though, he couldn't fathom.
He suddenly remembered a sunny evening in a time he couldn't place, laughing on the docks of an older version of New York City. His best friend was next to him as they departed the harbor, leaving two dames in their wake. The shorter man slung his arm around his shoulder, laughing into his ear.
"Best night ever, Buck," the shorter man guffawed.
The Winter Soldier shook his head to clear it. Water from his hair hit the nearby tree leaves noisily. This man lying at his feet was the key to his past, a past where he wasn't a slave to Hydra.
As he gazed down at the unconscious man, an unusual feeling that he didn't immediately associate with friendship stirred in his stomach. It was a sort of . . . longing. He hadn't felt that kind of longing in nearly 80 years.
The former Winter Soldier walked away from Captain America that day, determined to come back and find out more about who they used to be to each other.
a/n: hi so this is my first time writing stucky, so please forgive me for its brevity and its probable lack of quality ill continue this one-shot book in the future, and suggestions/comments are welcome :)
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