What happens before a god weeps, before the violence of blooming blood, before Apollo throws the stone?
A prince falls in love with a god. A god falls in love with a mortal. A story about the dichotomy of beauty and tragedy, birth and death, and the terribleness of fate.
Bond left, Q stayed. It sounded simple right?
It did, up until Q heard a knock on his door in the middle of the night.
This is how Bucky Barnes falls in love.
This is how Bucky Barnes gets his heart shattered amongst the stars and pulled apart like a flower in love torn hands, petals smashed under the soles of shoes on concrete.
He loves me. He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
A story told without thought (or maybe too much); featuring an old poem, words lost in translation, and dick jokes.