[Bucky warms from his toes up and it's entirely unexpected. For once, it feels like maybe there's not so much space and time between them. His own primitive sketches were of his marks, faces he saw in nightmares, but this was much better by far.
James Buchanan Barnes. Sam Wilson. Steve.
He had something like this in Bucharest, a notebook. In the front cover was a dog-eared picture of Steve, but there were more spread through the pages of his looseleaf memories.]
(Reminds me of a book I read.)
[It takes a moment to flush the proper memory out, but once he has it, his mental images of the characters begin to play.]
(A kid has some kind of memory loss that resets every day. His neighbor is a writer who wants to do an article about him, I think. He makes a kind of scrapbook and helps the kid take notes on his life so he can remember when he wakes up the next day.)
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James Buchanan Barnes. Sam Wilson. Steve.
He had something like this in Bucharest, a notebook. In the front cover was a dog-eared picture of Steve, but there were more spread through the pages of his looseleaf memories.]
( Reminds me of a book I read. )
[It takes a moment to flush the proper memory out, but once he has it, his mental images of the characters begin to play.]
( A kid has some kind of memory loss that resets every day. His neighbor is a writer who wants to do an article about him, I think. He makes a kind of scrapbook and helps the kid take notes on his life so he can remember when he wakes up the next day. )