- Hair: Irresistible Longing
- Forehead: Blessing/Friendship
- Eyelid: Adoration
- Ear: Temptation
- The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring
- Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction
- Lips: Love
- Throat: Desire
- Nape: Deep Attachment
- Back: Confirmation
- Chest: Possession
- Arm: Affection/Adoration
- Wrist: Desire/Lust
The Device that is keeping you alive, is also killing you.
- J.A.R.V.I.S. to Tony Stark
"I’M SO SORRY TONY!!" Alumina cried out.
I have to reboot this today!
His eyes immediately shut as her hand wrapped against the side of his head, instinctively leaning into the gentle touch. One by one thoughts and images traveled into his mind from the deepest locks of his subconscious. He breathed in and out, gripping into the chair as swing music and painting and laughing and punching all came into play. The good times. The old times.
"You’re a punk."
Memories continued to flow. Torture. The first time. Zola with his machines and his syringes. He gripped into the chair not because he was in pain but because he could feel the way it once felt. He cried out, but he tried to keep it as inward as possible.
A snow covered mountain. A confession of love. An untimely death.
And then he woke up. And the memories began again.
A light in it all. A Russian boy named Yasha who attached himself to a young Natalia Romonova. The only good in the sea of the horrible of the last seventy years.
He wanted it all to stop.
And then suddenly…it did.
He opened his eyes, looking straight into the eyes of the girl who had given him back everything, and for the first time…he smiled.
He still wasn’t if Bucky Barnes was the right now…but it sure felt a hell of a lot more accurate than it did an hour ago.
When she saw him open his eyes again, she saw him receive all of his old memories. Everything she had helped retrieve, he remembered. And when he smiled, Alumina’s heart leapt out to him. Her hair glowed brighter than ever as he smiled at her, and she smiled back. Steve was in complete shock on the other side of the room, staring at the two of them wide eyed and slack jawed.
"Bucky?" Alumina asked tentatively, "You ok?" Alumina wanted to make sure that what she had done didn’t harm him in any way, since she couldn’t exactly be sure of how many memories she had given back to him.
((Seriously J-fer? O_O omg))
what? i’m selfish and his wife looks like a half melted dollar store barbie
((Good point but still, eww to the tenth degree.))