Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes?
u gon have heart failure at age 34
Not to mention that food will be stale as fuck before you eat it all.
WHY ARE YOUR EGGOS IN THE FRIDGE
ALSO WHY IS THERE PANCAKE MIX IN THE FRIDGE DOOR IT DOESN’T NEED TO BE CHILLY
They met when they were both rejected from the neighborhood stickball game, him because he couldn’t run, and her because she was a girl. “Who needs them?” she said, and shoved the ball into his hands. “You pitch, I’ll hit, then we’ll switch.”
She said her name was Jennifer, but made a face. “My last name is Buchanan, so call me Bucky.”
Growing up, it was always Steve and Bucky, Bucky and Steve: the boy too weak to run with the boys and the girl too tough to sit with the girls. When a comic shop opened on the corner, Steve had no money and Bucky was a girl, so Bucky gave Steve the money her mom gave her for hair ribbons and he went in and bought so many comics — action comics, detective comics, comics where superheroes fought crime and corruption and all the bullies in the world.
In high school her mom had enough of her skinned knees and forced her to start wearing make-up, curling her hair and making her wear pantyhose. She went to a fancy parochial school, so Steve didn’t see her as much, but after class she would always find Steve in their hideout on the fire escape. She’d kick off her dress shoes and talk about all the boring stuck-up boys she kissed, aggressively, with tongue, just to see them stare in surprise. Steve told her that girls at his school always looked 2 inches over his head, and she just laughed and said, “Fuck those girls, they don’t know nothing. You want me to slap them for ya? That’d be fun.” Steve was pretty sure she didn’t sound so crude at school.
When the war broke out they both desperately wanted to go. Steve tried enlisting over and over again, but always, the men would look 2 inches over his head and mark him unqualified. It was Bucky who got her chance first. When she got her orders to serve as a nurse with the 107th, she immediately went to the library and checked out a bunch of medical books. “See, I figure if things over there are as fucked up as they say, in a pinch they’ll let me be a medic, as long as I prove I can do it properly. Here, help me figure out where this muscle is.” For once, Steve was glad he had so much experience with illnesses. “Don’t worry, I’ll save some Nazis for you,” she said as she headed off.
When Steve saw Bucky again the glow of going to the front had faded. In its place was a grim determination. “I better be on your fuckin’ team, Steve. You *know* this is what we wanted to do since we were kids: fight bullies, side by side.” Of course. Because it’s always been Steve and Bucky, Bucky and Steve. And since Captain America willed it, no one put up a fuss about a nurse becoming one of the best snipers in the army.
Seventy years and two deaths later, Steve (or what’s left of Steve) finds Bucky (or what’s left of Bucky) again. Except now one is Captain America fighting for a corrupted SHIELD, and the other is the Winter Soldier, mindless killing machine. They swore to fight bullies together, but now… but now…
"Who the fuck is Bucky?"
At least she still swears like Bucky.
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