StevexWinterSoldier!ReaderxBucky-Switched(TEASER)StevexWinterSoldier!ReaderxBucky-Switched(TEASER)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters
Setting: Captain America: The First Avenger and Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier
Contains: violence, cussing, and spoilers for Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier but I'm pretty damn sure you guys all know it would contain these three... Right?
Also, please don't take the picture! It belongs to axeeeee.tumblr.com Make sure to ask her if you're going to use it! Don't add changes because that's just fucked up.
Summary of this whole story is included in description. Also, there's an explanation for everything in the summary if you want.
EDIT: THIS IS NOT COMING OUT SUMMER 2015. INSTEAD IT WILL BE UPLOADED SLOWLY.
1938 Brooklyn (Before WW2 started)
"Come on dollface, wouldn't you rather have a dance with me then with him?" I looked over at the man who kept on bothering me to dance with him. Well I'm sorry, but I would rather much dance with my frien
APH: 'Let the Bells Never Toll for You'APH: 'Let the Bells Never Toll for You'4 years ago in Short Stories
~Let the Bells Never Toll for You~
The smell of burning wood and metal should have been comforting this time of year, but right now it only served as a reminder that the city was still burning. Smoke and debris particles filled the air, giving it the texture of sandpaper as it mixed with the sharp bite of winter and entered the lungs. The sounds of people filling the market streets on quests for last minute gifts were replaced by those of aid workers rushing to repair damage left in the wake of the last air raid, and military officials combing the streets to maintain order and security. No bells rang as they normally would have on this special day, and no extra lights decorated a city trying hard not to make a more conspicuous target of itself. Compared to the normal hustle and bustle, glitz and glam of London; the bare bones image of it now was a reflection of how only the strong spirit of survival had kept the city going in the age of adversity facing it.
It was Christmas Eve,