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Okay so I have a new Winterhawk lesbians fic for y'all and I am SO EXCITED. Posted with @winterhawkbigbang Here goes nothin:
Jamie can’t face reinvention. She is who she has always been; she is the same clueless girl stepping foot in a clandestine speakeasy, being approached by a butch for the first time in her life; she is the girl grinning and filling her dance card one slot at a time; she is the girl hanging off Captain America’s arm for his stage tour; she is the weary woman on Therapist Donna’s couch grieving a lifetime come to pass without Jamie herself being awake for any of it.
This is her freedom, until she meets Cat Barton. Then, staring down the first woman to awaken the same feeling of that smoky speakeasy since the Winter Soldier, Jamie is still that girl who lives by Old Fashioned, Old School rules: the butch makes the first move. For the first time, her redemption becomes a prison of her own design, because unfortunately, Cat Barton is the same person she has always been: the woman who ran away from everything that scared her; the girl who was abandoned by her brother; the girl who spent her childhood being stepped on by women who dressed just like Jamie.
Jamie can’t face reinvention. But she can’t face loneliness, either.