Here I Come, Ready Or Not

Here I Come, Ready Or Not

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She doesn't know who she is, or where she's from. She doesn't even know what her name is. She doesn't know why she's alone in the woods, snow floating down all around, freezing to death in a thin white dress. She doesn't know who the strange man is who's running from something. He says his name is Bucky, Bucky Barnes. He doesn't tell her why he's there. When she tells him she remembers nothing, he says he knows the feeling. She doesn't know why the people chasing them are chasing them at all, or why they want them both dead. She doesn't know why she's falling in love with the Winter Soldier.
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They were lovers once, before Hydra tore their world apart. Before she became the White Widow and he was turned into a weapon. Years later, after the dust of Endgame has settled, Everly Rogers and Bucky Barnes are left with a government-issued apartment, memories they refuse to speak of, and a hatred that's easier to feel than the heartbreak beneath it. Their things remain packed in boxes, silence fills the spaces between them, and every night brings nightmares neither of them can escape. They don't talk about the war, about Hydra, or about the love that burned bright enough to leave scars. They just survive, day by day, avoiding each other's eyes and pretending the past isn't still bleeding into the present. But some flames refuse to die, no matter how much you try to forget.

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