Who: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes What: I'm just a boy, standing in front of another boy, asking him to love me Where: A black and white Christmas Wonderland When: Today
They had a pretty good idea now what was waiting on the other side of the doors, either a snowy little postcard somewhere or something right off the big screen. It was fun, ridiculous sure, but fun and Steve found he was actually enjoying a trip through the doors for the first time. So of course he had to gather up his best friend and drag him through.
The lights came up on two orphan boys, building a snowman and wearing threadbare jackets and thin scarves. Despite their circumstances they play happily, their black and white faces alight with glee. The two embraced, holding each other tight. "I'm with you, Bucky, until the end of the line!" One said to the other.
Cut to modern day 1940's New York, a handsome Steve Rogers sat in his uniform in an old bar in Brooklyn, Christmas decorations line the walls but his face is anything but festive. The drink in front of him a very serious shade of grey. The friendly bartender looked at him with a pitying gaze and pats his shoulder. "I heard the news, Cap. The entire 107th are missing in action."
Steve looks into the distance and in his eyes you can see the reflection of gunfire before he blinks and finishes his drink. "But perhaps, it's Christmas Eve and you know anything can-" The bartender started and Steve cuts him off slamming down his now empty glass.
"Don't," he said simply, the pain of the moment too much to bare and Steve closed his eyes. "Don't."