It's not real: those three words keep running through Bucky's head like a mantra, that none of this is real, that it's some trick, that this moment in time is what it is, and there's no changing it, no matter how much Steve might wish otherwise. Yet despite the knowledge, Bucky looks over at his friend, now, sees the determination written plainly over youthful features, and lets out a laugh that's equal parts giddy and disbelieving.
The cold air of the North Atlantic bites at his skin, but it's not enough to wipe the breathless grin from Bucky's face. Because for a moment -- a moment that can't possibly last -- it's like the good old days. Captain America and his partner Bucky, off on another high-flying adventure rather than the mission that should, by all rights, put them on ice.
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Date: 2011-11-03 11:20 pm (UTC)The cold air of the North Atlantic bites at his skin, but it's not enough to wipe the breathless grin from Bucky's face. Because for a moment -- a moment that can't possibly last -- it's like the good old days. Captain America and his partner Bucky, off on another high-flying adventure rather than the mission that should, by all rights, put them on ice.
"Got any other tricks up your sleeve?"