dance with me.

he once said back in the forties, his hand offered for yours, his eyes longs to hold yours until the moon clashes with the sun. but it's different now. romance is dead, so does that romeo he wanted to be for your juliet.

he was not a man who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, of truth and lies, of betrayal and sacrifices, who goes mad, who dies. only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest he was well. he was whole, an invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

but why? why is he like this?

maybe hydra made him this way. that the james there is that his mother would pinch the cheek on is just a chip now. while the barnes in him was just a portion of his soul. and that bucky in him is his whole with a permanent bullet where the winter soldier lies.

but maybe it was always meant to be this way. mayhe this is the way from the very beginning, that he was meant to fall from that train and become like this just so he could be fixed years later after the irreversible things he had done.

love is for children, after all. love is persevering. love is where he is there, seeing you smiling in his dreams, but he wasn't there, wasn't the romeo to stand with you in the aisle as he wanted.

but if love was only for children, then why is he walking away bleeding his eyes out leaving your body lying on that hospital bed.