I am in the 1% of the population with this, but I really do not enjoy summer. I love winter, like… if you are cold, you can put on a hoodie, you can grab a blanket and snuggle…. Like… when you’re hot, what do you do? Rip your skin off?
So obviously the clothes Bucky’s wearing in Civil War definitely aren’t his Winter Soldier “uniform” and I doubt he waited till he got to Romania to buy those, which means that shortly after the end of Winter Soldier, unlessHYDRA somehow kept civilian clothes in his size on hand and he knew where they were (ya know, the boring option), either:
1) some poor body builder got mugged in an alley by the actual Winter Soldier
2) the world’s most wanted assassin walked into a clothing store in his full leather getup, a wad of “stolen” HYDRA cash clutched in his metal hand, and bought himself a pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts
And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”
She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.” Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.”
“Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?”
Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”.
Author’s Note: Just a little drabble because Valentine’s Day is nearing. Enjoy!
“What are we watching?” You asked, waltzing into the living room with a carton of ice cream and a spoon dangling from your mouth. Your roommate patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and pointed to the television. “The S.A.G Awards?” You asked dully.
“I just want to see if Stranger Things wins any awards,” she replied. “If not, we can turn it and find something to watch on Netflix.”
“Sounds fair.” You replied, with a mouthful of ice cream.
Moments later, your jaw went slack when you heard the announcer start talking about their next guest. You could see your roommate looking at you from your peripherals, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the screen.
“I’m here with Sebastian Stan who picked up a nomination tonight for last year’s Captain America: Civil War. How are you doing tonight, Sebastian?”
“We can turn it, if you want.” Your roommate mentioned, picking up the remote from the couch and pointing it at the t.v.
“No,” you replied. “It’s okay.”
Sebastian- or Seb, as you used to call him- gave the interviewer generic answers. He was doing good, he was happy to be there, he was excited about the nomination, and talked about his upcoming projects. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He looked great. Older. More mature than the boy you met nearly ten years ago when you were an intern on a movie set.
It was your first production job, and his first major role.
You shook your head, trying not to think about the time when the two of you dated briefly. After all, it had been a long time since then, and he had definitely moved on. Even if it took you a little longer, you were- for the most part- over it.
“With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have to ask, have you ever been in love?” The interviewer asked with a smile.
“Oh this ought to be good.” You muttered with another bite of ice cream, trying to hide your bitterness. Your roommate snickered beside you. “I mean, he’s dated how many girls in Hollywood?”
Sebastian just smiled, “there was one,” he said. “She was an intern on the set of The Covenant, it was a long time ago. We had a falling out, went our separate ways, it happens.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. You were almost certain there were no other interns that he was involved with, and that meant that he had to be talking about you.
“The one who got away, huh?” The woman asked, Seb shrugged. “Any chance you might see her again?”
“You never know,” he replied. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you never know who you might meet or run into. It’s crazy.”
“That it is. Well thank you for your time, Sebastian, and good luck tonight.”
He looked into the camera and gave a small wink before moving along to the next interviewer. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you couldn’t think straight, and wondered if what you had just heard was real.
“Did that just-” you stopped mid-sentence, to look at your roommate who shared the same surprised look on her face.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“He was talking about-” You began again, but trailed off.
“I think so,” she answered once more. “You have to call him.”
“I am not calling him.”
“Text him then.”
“No!” You exclaimed, standing up off of the couch and making your way to the freezer to put your ice cream away. “He probably doesn’t even have the same number.”
You turned around to see your roommate with your phone and smirk on her lips. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She replied as she handed the phone out to you. Before you could take it back, she pulled it back quickly and looked at the screen. “Oh my gosh, he’s replying.”
You grabbed the phone quickly before she could read the next message, which would probably be ‘who’s this’ or ‘wrong number’. But when the message popped up on the screen, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.
Here’s a short cover of the beautiful song from Winter Light. I really wanted to cover this song but I was nervous about hitting the notes and had no idea how to play it, but I ended up learning all the guitar by ear so I’m really proud of that :). I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! THANKS FOR LISTENING <3
francis: there are such things as ghosts. people everywhere have always known that. and we believe in them every bit as much as homer did. only now, we call them by different names. memory. the unconscious. camilla: do you mind if we change the subject? please?