The wind is cold.
It's not wind.
I am falling.
Just above me, arm outstretched, is my ghost, but he is built like the man with his eyes. He wears his same uniform, he cries the same tears.
Perhaps my ghost isn't all fiction.
He calls out to me, the winter wind licking his hair, freezing his cheeks.
Bucky.
"BUCKY"
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An Attempt at Sunshine (Winter Soldier) (Marvel)
Fanfiction[I keep seeing ghosts. They whisper and scream and cry and I do not understand. I think I am a ghost too.] My debut fanfic! How exciting! Just a little Marvel for you my dears- have fun! NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE read the dates before each section!!!! Th...
