This is the moment that made us who we are. The words hit all the harder for ringing true. He’s right, of course. This is the moment who made us who we are. I take the shield from my back and turn it over in my hands. Strangely, I still feel the weight of it pulling on my shoulders.
In this moment, Bucky is turned into an unwilling assassin with a road to atonement that stretches longer than the span of my life. In this moment, I become irrevocably anchored to one ultimate truth that all my years with the Avengers can’t even change- That nothing you do, nothing you fail to do, can ever really be undone. I don’t know why I say it. I had a conversation with Dr. Erskine about it once, about the difference between what must be and what is meant to be, about the place of God in war. I told him then I wasn’t sure, but that it seemed too easy an out. Destiny.
I fit the shield to my arm and lift my head. The sky is darkening at one end of the horizon but still brittle, bright-grey at the other end. Either a storm or the sun is setting, I don’t know. Either way, the air bites more coldly.
“If there’s no going back,” I echo, and turn my head to look back at Bucky, “then let’s go be heroes.”
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Date: 2011-11-04 04:47 am (UTC)In this moment, Bucky is turned into an unwilling assassin with a road to atonement that stretches longer than the span of my life. In this moment, I become irrevocably anchored to one ultimate truth that all my years with the Avengers can’t even change- That nothing you do, nothing you fail to do, can ever really be undone. I don’t know why I say it. I had a conversation with Dr. Erskine about it once, about the difference between what must be and what is meant to be, about the place of God in war. I told him then I wasn’t sure, but that it seemed too easy an out. Destiny.
I fit the shield to my arm and lift my head. The sky is darkening at one end of the horizon but still brittle, bright-grey at the other end. Either a storm or the sun is setting, I don’t know. Either way, the air bites more coldly.
“If there’s no going back,” I echo, and turn my head to look back at Bucky, “then let’s go be heroes.”