[A hundred faces swirl through the canvas until Steve grabs hold and stabilizes the image. Steve paints in the details and Bucky does his best to memorize them. Bucky can hear the fondness and sense it through the bond alike. Agent Carter. With the solidified image, he places her in a smoky bar, Steve at his shoulder, and a sense of being overlooked, of feeling like Steve. How the hell he ever wanted to be noticed by anyone is a mystery to him, but he doesn't argue with the memories collecting around Steve's scaffolding.
Steve saved him, lugged him along through a burning factory--- the factory he caught pneumonia in--- to escape. The smoke burns along the edges of his vision before it transforms into the pub, sitting side-by-side and that little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, I'd follow him. The woman in question, Agent Carter, interrupts their conversation, but in his memory he doesn't mind too much.
Bucky's not sure if he likes this memory or not, almost like he's sitting in a movie theatre watching it on a far away screen than in his own head.] Was she?
[He doesn't have many memories of her outside of this one.] You liked her?
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Steve saved him, lugged him along through a burning factory--- the factory he caught pneumonia in--- to escape. The smoke burns along the edges of his vision before it transforms into the pub, sitting side-by-side and that little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, I'd follow him. The woman in question, Agent Carter, interrupts their conversation, but in his memory he doesn't mind too much.
Bucky's not sure if he likes this memory or not, almost like he's sitting in a movie theatre watching it on a far away screen than in his own head.] Was she?
[He doesn't have many memories of her outside of this one.] You liked her?