Watch Me Run - Part 2
Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader… eventually. I love a slow burn okay?!)
Prompt: The nightmare comes frequently and at the same time every day - one day you manage to sleep peacefully only to be greeted with the morning news by a story of a gruesome murder. The victim is the same person that’d appeared in your dreams
Warnings: graphic descriptions of death
Word Count: 2924
Author’s Note: We’re getting there, I swear this will be Bucky x reader soon and then it will be ALL Bucky ALL the time.
20 Years later…
The sound of blood pumping feverishly in your ears quickly became the only steady thing you could focus on. Snow crunched heavy under the stranger’s feet. His boots were gilded and foreign, not at all what you expected to see here in this familiar frozen landscape. Why was it always the icy grip of winter that you could never quite shake from your memory, or your dreams, apparently.
Your grandfather had called them green dreams, always while thumbing over the intricate design of the bronze eye that perpetually hung about his neck. The green stone at the center seemed, sometimes to glow when he got that faraway look in his eye like he was seeing again with his clouded blind eyes a world you couldn’t perceive.
As you followed this stone faced stranger, green cape swirling behind him in the fierce wind, a strangling fear seemed to grow stronger in your chest. It swirled around your throat and squeezed, stealing your breath and burning deep in your lungs.