Way Borges

Apaixonar-me por Buck, foi como soltar um rojão em um saco de papel, destruiu minha parede fina até que tudo o que eu tinha eram os farrapos manchados de sangue do meu coração. E parte meu coração ter percebido que o amava quando o perdia para sempre. Mas nunca há um momento oportuno para essas coisas, ao menos ele soube no final o quanto é imensamente amado. (Capítulo Único) (IronWinter) (+16)

Minerva Lestrange

Wanda didn't feel real living in that temporal fabric and Bucky was, yes, entirely real - although he didn't know it. Then, she stretched up on her toes and closed her lips on his, feeling her insides being completely crushed by the fate of what they were destined to be.

Minerva Lestrange

Wanda and Barnes had been through similar things not too long ago. In a way, there was an invisible thread that constantly and inevitably connected them.

Minerva Lestrange

I wish I could read it the way she read it, but Wanda sounded like a completely blank, empty book. Only sometimes, however, when Bucky looked at her closely, did he feel as if he was gazing at the immensity of the garden of an entire world that seemed to be hers alone.

Minerva Lestrange

Wanda shouldn't be so attentive to his little details, but she was unable to smother it inside her when she was aware of so much, without Bucky even knowing it.

Minerva Lestrange

He was trying hard, trying not to lose himself in personal apocalypses and hopelessness, not to let the darkness around him overwhelm him with his lack of control over his own sanity, but more and more he felt as if he had nothing left after all this. who had lived Only in those moments, with her, did the familiar private abyss reflected in her mirror grant some peace in the name of scarlet-bottomed green eyes. It worked between them, they were both insane enough.