Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky. I couldn’t have made it without him.
Dancing bears, painted wings / Things I almost remember / And a song someone sings / Once upon a December
c’mon Steve she used to be a master spy, some things are just important
inspired by a wonderful tag on my hair swishing Nats (because yes I’m that creepy loser who reads every single tag none of you are safe from my prying eyes) —
which is of course based on this scene from the luminous, exuberant Brooklyn Nine-Nine