bucky and steve were just going for a stroll in brooklyn. steve is rambling, bucky’s half listening. and then he sees her. the girl from his past. the girl he’d know anywhere. he can’t stop himself. he crosses the street, desperate hope warring with fear inside. he says her name. she looks at him, eyes widening in recognition. and then she runs. his fiancé. the girl who’s eyes had both tortured him and kept him going for the last eighty years. the girl who died in his arms in 1943.