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Ongoing, First published Oct 02
1940s what a time to be alive for James Bucky Barnes, a lower class charmsman who wooed the socks off every girl he looked at. Yet it was taken from him from a freak accident one to save his friend Steve Rodgers. Sending Bucky down the longest road or pain, torture but no regrets for what he did that day.

Finding himself in the interrogation room watching waiting for the perfect moment to strike the man who worked for HYDRA but words stop him. Stop his world.

"Your DNA was to perfect to not copy." 

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1943: - What do you say, Barnes? Alone together forever? - You asked, leaning over the table and taking his beer from him. - You're crazy, you know? - He asked with a slight smile ordering a second beer knowing full well that he wouldn't get this one back. - I know. - you said proudly straightening up. - I made a bet with Rodgers and Carter about how long you would last with me. - Steve made a bet with you!? - he called out surprised almost choking on his beer. - Mhm! A whole 20 dollars. - I can't believe it... and what did he bet? - He asked shaking his head in disbelief. - That you'll last with me until the end, that is, until one of us dies in some idiotic way. - you replied with a laugh. Well, looking at the situation it was possible. - How optimistic, and you? What did you bet on? - He asked while looking at you closely. - That sooner Steve would fuck someone than we would stand each other's company until the end of the war. - You said in all seriousness at which James burst out laughing thunderously. - You're terrible you know? Now he'll have more luck. - Oh I don't doubt that, but it doesn't change the fact that he's still the same Steve who moves like a child in the dark in matters other than the war and saving the oppressed. - you explained. Bucky said nothing but nodded mutely admitting you were right. - And Mistress Carter? - Also an incorrigible optimist. She said that she will remind me of this bet while dancing at our wedding. - You said with a laugh taking a sip of beer thus hiding a delicate blush behind the glass. - Okay, I'm in. 2027: - Alone together forever YN. - Bucky said with tears in his eyes kneeling on the hard floor. What will happen if, after the events of 1947, someone nevertheless goes looking for Bucky? Will the story turn out differently? --------------------------- All rights reserved. English version includes an age-restricted scene! You read at your own risk.
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Two years ago Bucky Barnes was on the run, hiding from the world after seventy years as a tool of Hydra. Now he's in Wakanda, trying to undo the brainwashing hardware still locked in his mind. But the process is long, frustrating and difficult. He can't see the end in sight, even with his best friend, Steve Rogers by his side. The crushing realities of his new situation bring about a change in events, as Bucky is ready to throw in the towel, the arrival of Melody Frasier changes all that. Two years apart has changed them both, but their love, formed in Melody's childhood home remains. But love might not be enough to keep them together as both of their pasts come back to haunt them.