He had no photographs of Bucky. If it hadn’t been for the official ones he’d found in the SSR files, he might have thought that he’d never even existed at all. He’d had nothing of Bucky’s at all when he died. Luckily, Steve didn’t need to look at a photograph to remember that face. He drew it from memory. The crinkles around Bucky’s eyes when he smiled. The curve of his lips. His dimples.
When he had finished it, he laid the sketch next to him, face-up so that Bucky could see the stars.
for The Devil and Captain Rogers, a @stuckybangs collab with @ms-zilia that’s just started to post!
Fresh out of the ice, Steve finds himself struggling to adjust to his new circumstances, desperately lonely and missing Bucky more than ever. So when the Guardian of the Soulworld visits him and offers to give him one person back from the dead, he jumps at the chance to get Bucky back.
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