𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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A few hours later, you opened your eyes. The world was bleary and dark as you blinked, trying to focus your vision. Before you were able to entirely, you felt the horrible pain again. Searing, burning, scarring pain rocketing through your veins. You held on for the minute or two the pain lasted, finally passing out again after being rendered incoherent once more.
However, that was enough. They felt you again. Hope dawned on the poor, sunken faces of your loved ones.
Wanda, the second she felt your pain, shut her eyes in concentration. She searched through the abyss for you. For a little tendril of the bond you shared. Vision gripped Wanda's hand, further extending her mind's reach. They could feel you in there, not the monster from Hydra.
"It is not... bad. She is herself," Wanda announced. The room brightened. Hydra had not been able to control you after all.
A few hours later, you fully awoke. It took a few minutes, and the pain had not fully subsided. Yet, you felt you could push through. After everything they had done for you, despite you not knowing anything, they deserved at least not to feel this pain.
The room was bright, much more so than the last time you had tried to wake up. It was not a bright white but a hazy blue. Like the world had been doused in blue Thai tea for a moment. You had only tried such a thing with Stephen, who had been drinking it in the kitchen one evening.
He had explained that it was not the creature 'butterfly' that it had come from, but a plant named after such. You had done a deep dive after that on the origin of certain names for things and discovered much.
You smiled at the memory. So much for you. Everything they could do for you.
There was a rush of noise as a door clicked open and footsteps rushed to the bedside.
"Doll," Bucky gasped, kissing the back of your hand. You turned your small smile to him. Your eyes glazed over, not crystallizing but threatening to.
"Good morning," you said to him with a sweet lilt. Your true voice taking over, with your memories returning.
He almost reeled back for a moment before realization dawned.
"You... uh- good morning?" he asked with a terrified yet happy grin.
You just closed your eyes, gripping his hand at your bedside and feeling the warmth. You turned your eyes to the ceiling for a moment before you decided to tell him.
"I remember," you whispered. "I remember when I felt you before. And Steve. I remember my whole life. I remember everything."
Bucky's eyes grew wide as he almost wept in joy. But there was pain in your expression. Something lingering deep in your mind that you could never forget. And he knew exactly what it was.
