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Memory Keeper || Bucky Barnes x Reader

{summary: can a memory keeper help the tortured soul of a winter soldier?}

i need to re-write everything from scratch ;w; my laptop just died on me and i’m trying so hard to make this work.

I’m sorry if this is shitty and not that great 。゚(TヮT)゚。

as a general disclaimer, I know that there are millions upon millions of Bucky Barnes x readers out there, so if this is similar to your story or any of your favorite stories, just know that it is purely a coincidence and that every story that I post is based on my own work.

warnings: some shameless smut and angst

**please don’t plagiarize this story or repost it anywhere.**

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“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“I’ve never been more positive of anything else in my life.”

Your gaze was filled with uncertainty as you looked from the blond man to the man settled on the bed of your guest room. When Steve Rogers had arrived personally to your home with an unconscious, dark haired man on his back, you knew that you would have to deal with yet another patient hoping to be ‘cured’ with your memory manipulation.

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