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Paradise

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: You recount the story of how you and Bucky first met to your grandson, who’s just recently gotten engaged.

Warnings: angst, nostalgia, mentions of death, happy endng though :)

Words: 5163

A/N: PLEASE REBLOG AND LEAVE FEEDBACK ILYILYILY

You sat in your rocking chair on your porch with a sigh. You’d spent most of the day gardening, figuring it was better than sitting inside with a book, but after a while your joints began to hurt too much, and you needed to take a break. Your fingers ached at the fault of your arthritis that had set in years ago, and you struggled to wrap them around your tea cup that rested on a saucer on the arm of your chair.

A blanket rested on your lap as you listened to the quiet sound of music that played from the radio in your kitchen.

“Gran!” You heard a voice call out.

You looked up to see the smiling face of your grandson as he got out of his car and closed the door behind him.

“What a surprise!” You said happily, opting to stay sitting as the discomfort of getting up would be too much for you.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, bending down to give you a hug, which you happily accepted.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You laughed as he sat in the arm chair next to yours. Your heart wrenched, that was Bucky’s chair after all.

“Well, I have really great news, gran, and I wanted you to be the first one to know.” He said, clearly over the moon as he reached for your hands to hold in his own.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, he was always so quick to get excited about things. You’d learned that when his mother had gotten very ill when he was a child and he stayed with you and Bucky for around a year until your daughter’s health improved. You got to know you grandson, James, better during that time, and the bond that you had with him had stayed firm throughout time.

Now a dashing young man into his late twenties, you couldn’t help but admire how much he reminded you of his grandfather so many years ago.

“Gran, you remember Spencer, don’t you?” He asked, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Do I remember the boy you’ve had around since college? Dear, my memory isn’t that bad.” You ruffled his hair.

“Well, we were out on a walk today and we stopped by the spot where he first asked me on a date and when I turned back around he was on one knee!” You watched as your grandson showed you the gold wedding band on his finger and it brought tears to your eyes.

“This is wonderful!” You cried out, pulling him in for a hug, “I am so happy for you, darling.”

Your only grandson was now off to get married, and you couldn’t believe it. Thinking about the wonderful things that he was going to do in his married life made your heart swell. You couldn’t help but remember the excitement.

You twisted your wedding ring around your finger and sighed, a bittersweet feeling washing over you.

“I wish your grandfather could’ve been here to share this moment with us.” You said with a sad smile.

Your grandson kissed your hand gently and rubbed his thumb along your knuckles, “Me too, gran.” He said.

“Always a charmer,” You remarked, “Must’ve gotten that from your namesake.”

“Y’know, I always forget that his name was James, I never heard you call him that.” James smiled brightly at you, remembering the way you and his grandfather used to interact.

“He was always Bucky to me, unless he was in trouble.”

“He must’ve never been in trouble.” Your grandson laughed.

“Oh, he was only ever in trouble when you weren’t around.”

You loved talking to James, it made your heart feel full. When he was born, it was like the excitement of having a baby had returned again to yours and Bucky’s life. Now he had gone and grown up, and you couldn’t help but ask where the time went.

“Gran, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, dear.”

“How did you and grandpa meet? I don’t think I ever heard the story.”

Your eyes lit up, “You really wanna know?” You asked him.

“Based on that reaction, I’m gonna have to let you decide if or if I don’t want to know.” He chuckled.

“Pour yourself some tea, honey, this is a long one.”

You were a brave young woman, always had been. Never once had (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ever shied away from anything in her life, and you sure as hell weren’t about to start now.

It was 1943, the war was raging. You desperately wanted to help, but there was very little that a woman could do at the time. So when the offer of being a showgirl in a travelling company came up, you figured this was your chance. If you couldn’t fight the war yourself, you might as well cheer a few soldiers up, right?

You never expected to be launched into the line of showgirls for Brooklyn’s own Captain America. It started small, a few shows of singing and dancing and Steve Rogers up at the front, encouraging the audience to buy bonds. Then you went to bigger stages, got better costumes, learned flashier routines. Once you were even hoisted above Captain America’s while sitting on a motorcycle.

You life had become a whirlwind, city to city, coast to coast. Soon, you traveled from America to different countries, visiting the troops. Finally, it felt like you were actually doing your part. Even if you were just a pair of legs to the men, at least it was something else for them to focus on other than the hell around them.

After a particularly rough show, you stayed in the tent with the other girls for a night when news that the front runner of the show, Captain America himself, had gone missing. Most of the girls were laying around in the tent or napping, but you figured you’d get a head start on the makeup and hair process so you could help the other girls out after just in case the show went on tonight.

You’d pin curled your hair and applied your makeup, wearing a blue dress you’d brought with you that your mother had helped you make yourself. It reminded you of home, and it comforted you while you were away.

You heard yelling outside of your tent, and watched the other girls stir awake at the ruckus.

“Stay here.” You told them as you opened the tent curtain to see what the fuss was about.

You saw an entire brigade of men walking back into the camp, lead by Steve Rogers. You couldn’t believe your eyes, you’d figured that if the Captain had been stupid enough to go out on his own and save some of the trapped battalion, he was a goner for sure.

You ventured out of the tent, making your way over to the soldiers, still keeping a subtle distance away from them.

“Let’s hear it for Captain America!” You heard a man yell. Your eyes landed on him and you felt your heart race. He was something to admire, that one.

You smiled at the group of men, clapping for the rescue of their friends, some of them being rushed off to the med bays if they needed a medic.

The soldiers began to make their way back to their respective tents in hopes of getting a few hours of shut eye as the sunset. You, on the other hand, stayed outside of your tent and walked the grounds.

You came across one of the nurses, struggling with a bundle of bandages. You offered her a hand, which she so gratefully accepted.

“Thank you! Say, aren’t you supposed to be in scrubs?” She asked.

“Oh, no. I’m just a show-”

“I need a medic!” Someone called out, and you couldn’t help but follow the rushing nurse to find a man laying out on one of the med bay stretchers, pale as anything, a gash in his leg bigger than you’d ever seen. It was clearly infected, and needed to be treated before you ran the risk of further infection.

The soldier who had called for medical attention, stood above the man. You recognized him instantly, this was the one that you’d been smitten with before.You couldn’t help but stare at the bright blue eyes he had.

“Do you have any peroxide?” You demanded of the nurse next to you, snapping yourself out of your daydream.

“Um…” She answered, scratching her head as she dropped a few more of the bandages in her hand. She was clearly useless in this situation.

You turned to the other soldier, “Liquor,” You said, “I need some.”

“Not that I don’t admire a dame who can handle a drink-”

“Not for me, smartass, liquor will clean this out just as good as peroxide. Now go and find me some of it before your friend has to lose his leg, damnit.”

The soldiers eyes widened, “Yes, ma’am.” He said with a curt nod, rushing out to fetch a bottle of the vodka that he’d stashed away.

He gave it to you, and you warned the injured man about the sting he was going to feel. You twisted open the cap and dumped some onto his leg. He grunted in pain, but you were quick to dress his leg, taking the bandages from the nurse behind you who stood there like a dear in the headlights.

“I’ll, er, move him with the others, I suppose.” The nurse replied from behind you as she moved the stretcher, leaving you alone holding a bottle of liquor next to a handsome soldier.

You huffed out a sigh and raised the vodka bottle to your lips, taking a hearty swig.

“So, I was right about you handling your drink, huh?” He asked you.

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t soldiers not allowed to have alcohol with them?” You asked, looking down at the bottle in your hand.

“Aren’t nurses not allowed to drink on the job?”

You laughed and handed him back his vodka, “Guess it’s a good thing I’m just a showgirl then.”

“Sh-showgirl?” He asked, bewildered.

“Y-yes?” You mocked him with a shove to the shoulder, “And if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see the show we’ll put on tonight now that the leading man is back from his journey.”

“Somethin’ tells me Steve won’t be up on that stage again.” He laughed.

“Well then, maybe us girls will just sing and dance by ourselves.”

“Now that sounds like a show.”

“What’s your name?” You asked him as he walked you back to your tent.

“Sergeant James Barnes,” He said, “But less formally, Bucky. What about you, pretty thing like yourself must have a beautiful name.”

“(Y/N).” You smiled as you reached the curtain outside your tent.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“Nice meeting you too, Bu-” Before you could finished, your foot caught on an exposed root that poked out from the ground and you began to fall.

Two strong arms caught you before you could hit the floor, and you looked up the see, of course, Bucky above you.

“Better watch your step, doll.”

“Guess so.”

You watched the smile appear on his face as he picked you up.

“Thank you.” You said, feeling heat creep up your neck as his eyes still rested on your face.

“Okay hold on for one second. You’re telling me you literally fell into his arms?! Gran, that’s what movies are based off of!” James yelled, laughing and sipping at the tea he’d gotten himself.

“Yes, yes, but the story’s not over yet!”

“God, there’s more?”

“Oh, so much more.”

“Y’know, there’s this place I go to sometimes, it’s just passed the clearing of trees over there,” He nodded his head at the forest behind him as he helped you back on your feet, “I go there to clear my head sometimes, I was wonderin’ if maybe I could ask you there with me tonight. The stars are real pretty.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes and then glanced down at the bottle of vodka in his hand, “You gonna bring that?” You asked.

He laughed, “If that’ll get ya there with me, dollface, I’ll bring anything.”

So you took his hand and let him lead you in the direction of his ‘thinking spot’, weaving through the forest until you found the clearing he’d been talking about. You understood why he came here, it was beautiful at night. It was a grassy clearing, that lead out to a cliff with a view of a lake and the sound of rushing water around it.

“Welcome to paradise, darlin’.”

You hummed in reply, taking in the scenery.

“Now, we’re technically outside of the camp, so we just gotta be careful not to get caught.” He said, holding your hand tight as you walked to edge of the cliff and sat down.

“The girls are probably lookin’ for me.” You laughed.

“It’s been less than a minute and it’s like you’re already regretting comin’ out with me.” He laughed, handing you the vodka.

“I don’t regret it enough to go back,” You laughed, sitting cross legged and taking a swig, “They’ll manage.”

“You think they’re gonna manage without the prettiest showgirl on that stage? You must be crazy.”

You rolled your eyes, “Are you always this forward or am I just extra special?”

A devilish grin appeared on his face, “Second one.”

You hummed and handed him back the vodka, staring at the stars above you.

“You were right about the stars, they really are pretty.”

“Second prettiest thing here.”

You shoved his shoulder.

“I mean it,” He said, “And you’re smart too, smarter than that nurse.” He laughed.

“That’s not much of a compliment. I hope you never get into any serious trouble when I’m gone because if you’re left with that numskull, you’re a goner.” You giggled, watching as he shifted so he could sit facing you in the same cross legged position.

You both laughed in between sips of alcohol. It was amazing how much the vodka loosened you up, allowed you to talk to him as if you’d known him for years.

“When was the last time you kissed a girl?” You asked him, feeling your vision go a little blurry.

“Why? You been thinking about kissin’ me?”

“Nah, just curious.” You joked and he laughed.

“Well, musta been about six months ago. Night before I got shipped off.”

“What was her name?” You asked.

“Dot.” He replied.

“She sounds pretty.”

“Doesn’t hold a candle to you, doll.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You giggled, closing your eyes and scrunching up your nose.

“What? Is it so hard to believe that I can find the prettiest dame I’ve ever seen when the world is at war?”

“It is when you don’t take into account the fact that you haven’t even seen another woman in half a year.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have seen women. They’re just in pictures-”

“Doesn’t count.”

“-And they’re usually nude.”

“James Barnes!” You burst into a fit of laughter at his vulgarity. It was a refreshing change from all of the guys you’d met back home before the war, who were more about trying to impress you than just being themselves.

He laughed along with you and it was music to your ears.

“I love that.” You admitted.

“What?” He asked.

“Your laugh, I really love it.”

He smiled at you, “Well, who knew my girl was so sweet.”

Your cheeks flushed bright pink at his comment, “Is that what I am? Your girl?” You laughed nervously, “You hardly know me.”

“Maybe not, but I know you’re beautiful and smart and sweet as anything and spending time with me out here drinking vodka when you could be having a real time up on stage performing.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

“This is better than any performance.” You told him.

“Even one that earns you a standing ovation?”

“Yeah, even better than that.”

He blinked slowly and raised the bottle of liquor to his lips, tilting it back to drink more without breaking eye contact with you the entire time. You were utterly enamored with how perfect he looked under the pale light of the moon and stars.

He twisted the cap back on the bottle, setting it in the grass next to you. Neither one of you dared to speak as the feeling of tension rested between you. He glanced at your lips, then back up to your eyes. You knew what was going to happen next, and your heart pounding with excitement.

He began to lean closer to you, placing a hand on you face to draw you to him. Your lips were within millimeters of each other when the rustling of boots on grass broke you both apart.

A flashlight beam was cast into the trees behind you, Bucky sprang up and dragged you up by the arm with him.

“Can’t believe they’re makin’ us do rounds this late at night.” A voice said.

Bucky looked around panicked, you knew he’d get in serious trouble if he got caught out here, especially with you.

You searched the area, your eyes landing on a large tree as you felt a few droplets of rain hit your face.

“This way.” You whispered, taking his hand and pulling it harshly in the direction of the tree.

Once he saw where you were going, he took the lead, racing with you close behind him. Once you made it to the other side of the large trunk, he gripped you hard by the waist and pressed your back up against the bark.

Your hands were pressed firmly to his chest as you watched the way his eyes scanning the area, trying to let himself focus on the sound of the distant voices. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, at his strong jawline, at the stubble that dotted his chin. He was so gorgeous looking, that even in the heat of a hectic moment like this, you wanted nothing more than to pull him down by the collar and kiss him.

“Hey whose vodka?”

Bucky’s eyes widened at the sound of that, he’d forgotten to grab it when you’d both ran for cover.

It had started to rain a bit now, and you watched the droplets hit the dirt ground below you. Your eyes landed on a stone at your feet, and you got at idea.

You knelt to pick up the rock, but Bucky held you by the arm.

“What are you doing.”

You smirked at him, “Saving your ass.”

You grabbed the rock in your hand and looked carefully out from behind the tree to see where the men making there rounds were. You noticed them kneeling by the patch of grass where to bottle lay strewn.

You looked to the other side of the tree, noticing a rather large piece of exposed rock that rested far enough back that if you hit it just right…

You drew your arm back and launched the stone out at full force. It hit the large surface of rock with such force that it made a large crack, loud enough for the other men to hear before straightening back into your original position under Bucky.

“You hear that?” One asked.

“Yeah.” The other replied.

“Came from back there.”

You heard them begin to move back in the direction they came in to go check out to source of the noise. Once their footsteps faded, you let out a sigh of relief, resting your head against Bucky’s chest. You felt him laugh as it rained even harder now.

You looked up at him and shared in his laughter, the two of you giggling as droplets of rain soaked you.

Your laughter died down and you were caught in a deadlock stare in his eyes. You swallowed hard, watching the way he drew his lip between his teeth as he looked down at you.

His lips pressed against yours feverishly, pressing you harder into the bark of the tree. Your fingers carded through his hair as he pulled you by the waist flush against him.

The next thing you knew you were being laid out on the wet grass with him on top of you, the buttons of your dress being undone as he kissed you again and again and again.

“Gran, you dog!”

“What? I wasn’t gonna let a handsome soldier like him go.” You snickered.

“God, can’t we skip through this part?” James asked as his face flushed.

“Do you know where you came from, dear? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Gran, stooooop.” James groaned, covering his eyes with his hands.

“Alright, alright.”

You were retying the bow of your soaked dress as Bucky watched you in awe. He’d never had a woman like that before, never so wildly, never someone as amazing as you.

He reached out to help you up from the ground, and you took his hand gratefully.

“Guess we should go back, huh?” You asked.

“Guess so.”

You smiled up at him for a second, then stood on your tip toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“I don’t want to.” You admitted.

He wrapped his arms around you, “I could stay with you out here forever.”

“Me too.”

You perked up for a moment, and Bucky looked at you quizzically. You broke from his arms and walked back out into the clearing, picking up the wet bottle of vodka and marching over to him proudly.

“Can’t forget this.” You said.

He marveled at you, unable to comprehend how’d he’d gotten lucky enough to meet a girl like you.

“(Y/N).” He breathed out.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“Can I write you?”

Your heart swelled, “You wanna write me?”

“Only if you’re gonna write me back.”

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yeah! God, I’ll wait by the mailbox to hear from you, and I’ll write ya back within the day!”

He kissed you, finding your excitement far too adorable to resist.

You turned around to look at the beautiful clearing that you were about to leave for the last time, taking it in one last time.

It was then that Bucky knelt down to tie the shoelaces of his boot that had come undone.

When you turned back around to face Bucky again, you saw him down on one knee and instantly gasped.

“No! No, no, no! That’s not what I-” Bucky began, putting his hands up in defense.

“Y’know what? Why the hell not?” He asked himself.

“You can’t be serious.” You breathed.

“I know I’m not exactly what you probably expected in a husband, but doll I promise if I make it outta this damn war alive I’ll live for ya.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Were you really about to say yes to this?

“I’ve never had a girl like you, and I know that if I let you go tonight, I’ll never get you back. So, when I get back home after we win, you can buy a pretty white dress and we can go right to the courthouse.”

“Yes.” You breathed, not even believing your own voice.

He looked up at you shocked, “Really?”

“Damn straight.”

He got up off the ground and picked you up in the tightest hug you’d ever received, then set you down and held your face in his hands while he kissed you so hard your head spun.

“Wait a second, I need a ring!” Bucky said.

“C’mon, we don’t need one.”

“Sure we do, girl like you’s gotta have a ring.” He said, bending down to pluck a piece of long grass from the dirt.

“It’s not a diamond, but I promise I’ll get ya one when I make it home.” He said, reaching for your left hand and tying the stem of grass around your ring finger.

You blinked at the makeshift ring on your hand and felt tears prickle your eyes.

“You mean it?” You asked.

“What about the diamond? Yeah, of course-”

“No, no. I mean about me?”

His head tilted to the side, “Never felt like this about anyone before.” He admitted.

“You better not forget about writing me every damn day, Bucky Barnes.”

He took your hand in his as he began leading you back in the direction of the camp, “Doll, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He snuck you back into you tent that night, avoiding the soldiers making their rounds about camp to get you there safely. When you reached the tent curtain, he pulled you in for a kiss, lingering there for what felt like forever before pulling away.

You write him your address on a crumpled piece of paper so he could write you.

When you knew it was time to say a proper goodbye, you pulled him in tightly for one last embrace, knowing that when you left the camp tomorrow morning, you wouldn’t get the chance for a goodbye.

“I’ll write you every day.” He said.

“You’d better.”

“And I’ll be home sooner than you know it.” He whispered into your hair.

You grabbed him by the collar and kissed him one last time before he retreated back in the direction of his own tent. You watched until he ducked under the fabric, hearing another soldier call out.

“Hey, Barnes. Where were ya? You missed the girls!”

“Had something better to do.”

“What’s better than showgirls?” Another one asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” Bucky replied with a laugh that you couldn’t help but snicker at.

You touched the locket that hung around your neck, looking down at the silver pendant that had a crystal face, and if you looked close enough, you could see the tied stem of grass held firmly in it.

“Gran… Grandpa proposed to you by accident and you said yes?” James asked.

“It was crazy, but I just knew he was the one.”

“That’s… Wow.” He said.

“That’s the usual reaction to that story.”

“So you two wrote each other?” James inquired, leaning in even closer.

“Every day, just like he said.” You replied with a smile.

“And he came back for you after?”

“Oh, yes. I lived a couple of towns over, but he got delivered right to me with a bunch of other men. I’d never been so happy to see anyone in my life.” You felt tears well in your eyes.

“Did you guys get married right after like he said?”

“We waited a while after he got back, made sure both our families were alright with it all. He refused to marry me until he got me the damn diamond ring, too.” You laughed, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Oh, gran, I didn’t mean to upset you.” James said, wiping at your fallen tears.

“No, darling it’s okay. These stories just make me realize what a wonderful life we made for ourselves. They make me miss him.” You sighed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“I feel terrible for making you cry.” He said.

“Oh, don’t think a thing of it. I had plenty of time to spend with Bucky, and I’ll see him again soon enough.” You whispered quietly.

You were well into your nineties now, and you knew it would be an absolute miracle if you could even make it to your grandson’s wedding at this point.

James’ phone rang loudly and he raced to pick it up.

“Hello? Yes, I’m just visiting my gran at the moment. Yeah, I’ll be there soon. I love you too.” He hung up

“Spencer?” You asked and he nodded.

“It seems I’m already late for dinner.” He sighed.

“Go, dear.” You said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“Yes, of course, I’m sure! Now go, your future husband awaits his groom!”

James laughed and stood from his chair, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for the story gran.” He said before walking down the porch and getting into his car, disappearing down the driveway.

You sighed contently then frowned at the feeling of pain in your chest.

You got out of your chair, barely managing to shuffle back into the house again as you closed the door behind you with a tea cup in your hand.

Another sharp pain came into your chest and you leaned against the kitchen counter for support as your china tea cup smashed on the floor.

You reached for the telephone, figuring it best to try and call for help, but your hand couldn’t reach far enough.

Suddenly, the chaos ended, and you stood in a forest with the sun shining through the trees.

“Hello?” You called out, scared as to how you’d gotten to this place.

No one answered, so you tried your best to walk in the direction where the light shone most, hoping that your arthritis wouldn’t be too tough on you.

But you felt no pain at all, not even a slight tingle of it up your spine. You felt amazing, better than you had in years. You passed by a small waterfall coming from a large portion of exposed rock, listening to the rustling water.

“Hello?” You called out louder this time.

“Is it really you?”

You froze, knowing that voice better than any other.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t dare to turn around. It couldn’t be, there was no way. Bucky had died of a stroke years ago, you must be hallucinating.

“Doll!”

You slowly turned around to see him standing there.

“Bucky.” You whispered in disbelief.

“I’ve been waitin’ for you, darlin’.”

“Y-you’re so young.” You gasped as he walked over to you, dressed in a uniform similar to the one he wore when you first met him, but much cleaner looking. He even had the dog tags attached to a chain around his neck.

“So are you, dollface.”

You looked at the reflection of yourself in the water of the pool near the waterfall and gasped. You must’ve looked about twenty-one, wearing the very same blue dress you wore so long ago.

“Wh-what?” You looked at your smooth hands, searching for the wrinkles that you knew should be there.

He stood right in front of you as you began to cry, looking into his eyes for the first time in years and seeing him strong and happy and healthy again.

“C’mon.” He said, taking your hand and leading you through the trees.

You looked at your left ring finger and saw the grass ring decorating it, you smiled at it.

Bucky pulled you through the forest until you reached a grassy area with wild flowers growing around the edges, a cliff at the edge.

The clearing.

“H-how are we here?”

He turned back to look at you, “Welcome back to paradise, darlin’.”

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You’re Mine?

Summary: It has been eighty years since you had seen your husband Bucky. Then, one day, a patient of yours reminds you of your late husband. However, the patient appears to be more than just a look alike to Sergeant James Barnes.

PART ONE

Today was unlike any other day at the hospital. Usually you are running around trying to fulfill all of your patients orders, but today the halls of the hospital had an eerie sense to them. Everyone was quiet, the corridors were empty, something felt different today. Due to the fact that you had recently switched from working in a hospital in Idaho to now working on the surgical floor in a large Oregon hospital, you had to be closely monitored by surgeons and other nurses while you were still doing your on the job training.

On the outside you are a normal 26 year old, who would appear like they had just graduated from nursing school and had little experience in the “real world”. But, the truth is, you are almost one hundred years old. You was born in 1921, in Brooklyn, New York. For eighty years you have been running from a past that you have yet been able to escape. If anyone had found out your secret you could be in grave danger. So every few years you move far away from your previous residence and start a new life as a 26 year old. For the past eighty years your life has been so lonely, my family and friends were all gone, and when you begin to make new friends you move away and lose contact with everyone you’ve known.

Over my life you have had many men interested in starting a romantic relationship with you, but only one person mattered to you. Your husband, Bucky. It has been eighty years since you had last touched him, spoken to him, told him you loved him, but not a second went by where you did not think of him.

Your day consisted of shadowing surgeons, assisting them with patients. The team went in and out of every room discussing the treatment plans and assessing the state of our patients. It was time for us to enter the next room. The debriefing before rounds said that this patient was in for an infection due to a left arm amputation, which made you so excited, cases like this reminding you of working during the war. This is why you wanted to become a nurse, to help people adjust to life after undergoing a traumatic injury, to help them find purpose in their lives again.

Before the team was ready to meet with the next patient, the surgeon, Doctor Lewis had asked you to grab an extra vitals cart to bring with you to the next room. When you walked into the hospital room the team had already done introductions and greetings, the patient was blocked by the surgeon and other nurses standing in front of you. you saw a man sitting in the corner, in the chair reserved for the loved ones of the patients, you nodded to him and extended your hand for him to shake.

“Sam”, the man stated, letting you know his name

“Nurse (Y/N)”, you responded back

“And this is our newest nurse, (Y/N)”, Doctor Lewis said as he smiled and stepped aside to introduce you to your next patient.

“Hello it’s nice to mee-” you couldn’t finish your statement you were met with a loss of words, you were in a state of shock, you could not believe what you were staring into.

“Nurse (Y/N)... are you alright?” Your friend and fellow nurse Lucinda asked you, concern in her voice. You still said nothing, You could not break the stare you had with the eyes of your patient.

“Nurse (Y/N), why don’t you run us through the patient’s medical history?” Doctor Lewis instructed you.

“The… th… the… um… patient… has…” You stuttered and mumbled your words, never breaking eye contact with the patient, but shuffling through the papers on the clipboard anyway. The doctors around you could see the look of confusion on your face as you stared at the patient.

“Nurse (Y/N) are you okay? Is there something wrong?” Doctor Lewis asked you, but you were too deep into thought to notice that anyone was talking to you. The doctors and nurses around you all began to look at each other and wonder what was wrong. It wasn’t until Lucinda placed her hand on you arm and gave you a look of concern that you snapped out of your daze and smiled at the patient.

“I’m sorry, but you just look like someone that I used to know a long time ago.” You said.

“We will give you a minute to gather yourselves” Doctor Lewis said as he began to usher the rest of the team out into the hallway.

“You really… really look just like someone I knew.” You said out loud but you were talking to yourself.

“Who?” The man in the corner, Sam, asked you. You were staring into the eyes of your husband. Sergeant Bucky Barnes. It couldn’t be him. He had died in the war eighty years ago, he would be over one hundred years old now. But the person in front of you embodied your late husband. He had the same icy blue eyes, the same dimple in his chin, his lips were like waves in the ocean, just like Bucky’s. But the Bucky you had married was a clean shaven, Brooklyn man, this man’s dark hair went down past his ears and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, your Bucky would never let his charming appearance falter even slightly.

“Oh, just someone from a long time ago…” You laughed, and swallowed hard. Your breathing had gotten heavy, and you couldn’t stop staring at the man who was an identical match to your one hundred year old husband.

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