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Wrestle Me Free, Clean From The War
Falling isn’t as scary as it looks. It almost feels like floating in water would, that same sensation of being suspended, but everything around you is moving too. It’s stagnant, like time has slowed to a crawl. It’s quiet, too. Surreal. It’s not scary. Not even the inevitable death waiting below, snapping its jaws at you.
Steve remembers the wind rushing around him as he fell. Remembers the distant screech of metal bending and breaking in ways that metal should never bend and break. He remembers the fiery heat exploding around him, sending debris hurtling in every direction. Most importantly, though, he remembers the wild look on the face of a man he never thought he’d see again. Remembers the way it grew smaller and smaller the further he fell.
The last thing he remembers before he hits the water is wondering if this was how Bucky felt when he fell.
And then he lets the water consume him.
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Happy Holiday Exchange to the wonderful, the fabulous @moghraidhjamie!!!!
Happy Holidays Hayley! When I saw I got you as my person I was so so excited! And your list of tropes and favorites was sooo good there was so much to do with it! I originally wanted to write a prewar soulmate au for you, but I realized that was too similar to one I already wrote and I wanted this to be Original, so I decided to go the hurt/comfort route! And boy am I glad I did! This fic was soo much fun to write!! I really hope you enjoy it!! And I hope your holiday season has treated you well! <3
And a big thank you to @stevebucky-daily for putting this together!!
