The brown-haired man carefully wraps his arm around the blond, and they make an oddly mismatched pair finding their way along the beach path. A crescent strip of sand stretches ahead of them for a good hundred yards. The ocean forms a ragged line of froth beyond a few rounded boulders in the shallows, and Steve cannot see a single soul out there.
In other words, perfection.
“See, I told you it’s worth it,” Bucky says, as smitten by the emptiness as the end to their trudging.
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This is my second piece for ScarlettsLetters fic Rewriting the Stars for the @capreversebb 2018! Check out the fic here and my other piece of art here x)








