cobaltmoonysart: Memories Bucky never told Steve that he remembered that sunny afternoon: sleepy Ste
cobaltmoonysart:MemoriesBucky never told Steve that he remembered that sunny afternoon: sleepy Steve dozing in his arms, the silkiness of Mr. Floof’s fur, the weight of Steve’s head, and the soft freckles on those sharp cheekbones. He hid it away like a dragon would hide its treasure, from Hydra, and from Steve himself, who was almost a stranger to him these days. It was the first thing that he wrote in his notebook, and the last thing he thought of, when he fell to his knees and turned to ash.Great thanks to @writing-at-random-blog for commissioning me (and so sorry for turning this sad) and thank you @artgroves for art advice and much needed beta!! -- source link
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