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can we imagine that this is bucky’s subconscious, that he fells so lost and confused and the only thing really stuck in his head is this scrawny, 92-pound short blonde boy that he dreams about almost every night, regardless if its just for an hour so, he still see this kids face. for 50-sum years, not matter how many times hes been wiped the boys still here. and then one day whens he sent on a mission, he sees the face of the boy, but his chin defined, cheekbones not-so sunken in. and his body is almost 3 times of what bucky’s dream guy is, but his eyes are just like the boy’s, calls him bucky, just like he does in his dreams. and for a moment he hesitates, but not during the fight, no after. again they wiped him, he can’t bear the electroshocks or the amount of screaming he is doing so he gives in and passes out, and there’s that boy again leaning against this dream-wall, just smiling at him, 3 steps and bucky is in front of him, and once again he gives in, bending over ever so slowly, leans his forehead to the other’s shoulder and cries. he knows, that man he fought that afternoon, his “mission”, he was the boy in his dreams, he was his friend.

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can we imagine that this is bucky’s subconscious, that he fells so lost and confused and the only thing really stuck in his head is this scrawny, 92-pound short blonde boy that he dreams about almost every night, regardless if its just for an hour so, he still see this kids face. for 50-sum years, not matter how many times hes been wiped the boys still here. and then one day whens he sent on a mission, he sees the face of the boy, but his chin defined, cheekbones not-so sunken in. and his body is almost 3 times of what bucky’s dream guy is, but his eyes are just like the boy’s, calls him bucky, just like he does in his dreams. and for a moment he hesitates, but not during the fight, no after. again they wiped him, he can’t bear the electroshocks or the amount of screaming he is doing so he gives in and passes out, and there’s that boy again leaning against this dream-wall, just smiling at him, 3 steps and bucky is in front of him, and once again he gives in, bending over ever so slowly, leans his forehead to the other’s shoulder and cries. he knows, that man he fought that afternoon, his “mission”, he was the boy in his dreams, he was his friend.