Grafterdawn
"What was he- I like...?" Bucky asks, eyes flicking to the floor.
"You are such a good man, you are willing to sacrifice everything, you love with your whole heart, Buck." Crimson cups his cheek with her scarred hand and lifts his head to look at her.
She refuses to use past tense, because she knows deep down, he's still the same Bucky she knew.
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ Crimson Rain isn't sure who she is anymore. She knows she had a life before the bloodshed and the hurt, but she can't remember specifics. She's been trained to feel nothing for as long as she can remember. Expressing emotion meant shock therapy from the doctors, and that was something even Crimson couldn't endure.
There is only one thing she can remember from her past, a face of a man, dark hair and eyes, dressed as if he was a soldier in old times. Crimson has learned not to ask about him, it leads to something a lot worse than shock therapy.
One day the facility she's held at is raided and a man bursts in, a large shield in his hand, the flag of America painted across the front. Crimson could recognize that face anywhere.
"Steve..." Her voice cracked as she analyzed his face. He looked wrecked.
"Delaney, you're alive." He exhaled, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her from the burning building.
Delaney... Delaney Sanders. That was her name.
And the man from her dreams, James Buchanan Barnes. She remembers nothing but his name.