The Fluffy Adventures of Yelena and Bucky
That night he pressed a paper into her hands and told her to run, to burn the paper, to never stray from its words, had an impression on her life that she'd never really talked about. But it affected everything.
"You're gonna run like hell when you get to out onto the street. Don't stop. Don't ever stop,"
Was it still worth it, curled up on the cement floor?
Yes.
Knowing that what you're doing is good doesn't ensure that it'll ever be easy. Bucky learned that many years ago in his childhood, and over again in World War Two.
So why was the world still trying to teach him that, after everything he'd been through?
Pain, pain, pain, for every choice you try to make yourself. Being yourself causes the pain... that was what Hydra taught him. What Hydra wanted him to believe. And he wished he didn't have to believe it, but it was true.
Of course she didn't want to lie to him. He was like hope in the darkness, even when he was part of the darkness. Every time he went through shit, he inspired her.
That night when he'd pressed a paper into her hands and told her to run, to burn the paper, to never stray from its words, had had an impression on her life that she'd never really talked about. But it affected everything.
Cover by @planetaryfire (thanks so much!)
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