Prompt: I know it's cliche, but...
I know it’s cliche, but...he saved my life twice, you know? I can’t help but feel like I owe him mine a thousand times over, and even if it wasn’t for that I’d still love the silly bastard like a flower loves the sun. He’d sooner chew his own left arm off and hand it over to me than mention my life-debt, I know it. He doesn’t have to; I’m grateful for every day, every moment I get to spend as his shadow. I’d follow him to Hell and back, and have, and will again.
–Bucky’s journal












