• Chapter Eighteen •

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Making his way through the Smithsonian Museum, Bucky stared at the picture he had found of the brunette that hadn't left his thoughts since he had saved her from drowning.

He quickly put his gloved hand, along with the picture, back into his jacket pocket before finding himself in front of the exhibit of the Howling Commandos.

He stared at the exhibit for a moment before turning away, walking on further only to stop in his tracks at the exhibit he saw next.

His.

He stared pensively at the display of himself, clenching his jaw as hidden emotions flashed through those icy, baby blues of his.

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