A cultura define Epifania como "revelação ou entendimento repentino", um segundo de clareza mental onde, de repente, você tem todas as respostas... Bucky Barnes adoraria vivenciar esse pequeno momento pelo menos uma vez, talvez isso o ajudasse a entender o sentido da própria existência depois de décadas de sangue, violência e dor sendo o Soldado Invernal. Estava perdido. Havia aquela pergunta incessante que o assombrava tanto quanto os pesadelos diários: "Agora que você parou de lutar, o que você quer?". Paz, era a resposta automática, porém, depois de ser arrastado de uma guerra para a outra por noventa anos, ele sabia com uma convicção assombrosa que "paz" e "vida" eram dois conceitos incapazes de coexistir. Enquanto isso, Makayla Devinne era a própria Epifania encarnada, algo havia mudado em seu código genético depois do blip; através de um toque ela podia entender qualquer mente, revelar qualquer segredo, conseguir todas as respostas... Dois caminhos que se cruzaram por acaso. Com um simples toque impensado, Bucky invadiu a mente de Makayla... quanto tempo levaria para que ele estivesse definitiva e irreversivelmente dentro de seu coração? ☆★ • ☆★ • ☆★ • ☆★ • ☆★ • ☆★ [Finalista do Wattys 2022] The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Fanfic Bucky Barnes + Personagem Original Postada em 2021 Finalizada em 2022

I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.

As Sean and his friends get into their relationships, difficulties set in as unexpected conflicts arise in their school. Will the couples survive all of the obstacles that come their way or will everything crumble underneath their feet?

Sean Lew is a player. He and his friends make a bet. What happens when Kaycee Rice comes to the best dance school and turns his world upside down?

Transfer student, Sean Lew, crosses paths with the infamous Kaycee Rice after moving to LA to attend Millennium Arts Academy. He finds himself intrigued by her and tries to get to know her. What will he think when and if he knows the real her?

It's been years of them being apart will they get back together?