Even After Death

Even After Death

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"The moment he killed my brother. That's why I stand here, on your side since the beginning. " Rae Donovan to Steve Rogers. 'I could recognize him By touch alone, by smell I would know him blind By the way his breaths came And his feet struck the Earth I would know him in death At the end of the world' -----Rae Donovan -------------------------------------------------------------- 'Everyone's waiting up to hear If I dare speak your name And everyone wants to know 'bout How it felt to hear you scream They can't believe I made you weak.' ----Winter Soldier. This story is no fairy tale. May not have a happy ending like all the others do. There are monsters in this world, some are forced, some freely do it but there are those who are broken down, forced and then obey. But they keep it a secret. But isn't that beauty of it, of having a secret. You know you're supposed to keep it.
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(Short Story!!) It had always been a strange thing, growing up with stories about two men who seemed larger than life. Your grandmother never called them "Captain America" or "the Winter Soldier." To her, they were just Steve and Bucky-the boys who used to race down Brooklyn streets barefoot, who could eat their weight in ice cream, who once spent a summer building a treehouse that barely stayed up until autumn. She spoke about them with warmth, never shying away from the fact that life had pulled them into wars-one they chose, one they didn't. As you got older, you saw clips, grainy photos, shaky cell phone footage of Bucky Barnes in black tactical gear, a metal arm flashing in the light. You read the reports, the headlines about the destruction, the redemption, the battles the Avengers fought to save the world. You didn't expect to ever meet them. Not until 2025, when your grandmother passed away. Steve came to her funeral-looking exactly as he had in the old photographs, like time had politely stepped aside for him. And with him was another man, standing half a step behind, dressed in a dark suit. He didn't seem entirely comfortable being there, his jaw set, his eyes darting between the crowd and the coffin draped in flowers. Bucky Barnes. From the way Steve's hand rested briefly on his shoulder before introducing you, you knew he hadn't planned on coming. But he had. And when he looked at you, really looked, you felt the air shift. Because his gaze lingered just a fraction too long. Because his breath caught in his chest. Because in that moment, you knew what he saw- The spitting image of your grandmother. The girl he had once known before the wars. But you were not her. You were twenty-four. And when his eyes softened, the rest of the world seemed to fall away.

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