Year 11 felt like it hit me with a rusty pick up truck

When you were dreaming of snow you never thought you'd actually see it. Generally your time consisted looking out at a small and cramped hallway, which dozens of guards ran down each day. You never knew how special you really were, how much people relied on you to make a difference in their lives.

With a sigh you sat yourself down on the leather mattress you had grown accustomed to your entire life, your life was pitiful, dark, meaningless. That's until you saw him.

When Bucky Barnes came charging into your cell like he had one mission your entire being realised how much you craved human touch, how much you needed someone that didn't want to hurt you or experiment on you the first time they heard of your unusual abilities and saw the faint blue glow that radiated from your skin.

"You need to come with me now." The soldier shouted and at the time you had no idea who he was, just someone who was getting you out.

"I- don't touch-" but his hand had already touched your skin where the blue became more concentrated but his face just looked confused.

"What was that?" Your blank stare just prompted him to shake his head and sigh, "never mind lets just go."

You've never met someone who could touch you like that and live, which was something the soldier knew, right?

"I'm Bucky, by the way."

"I'm y/n."

The air hit your skin as you raced outside and for the first time in your life you saw the white powder that drifted down from the sky and landed everywhere around you.

It was freezing, well it was supposed to be but your skin was colder then snow and anything around you. You were the definition of cold.

So when the snow touched your face you finally realised what it was like to have hopes that for once lived up to what you'd hoped, and you knew that Bucky Barnes had delivered them all to you by simply doing what he does best. Being a hero.